As it happens, the Virginity Project has parents. The parents own a loft, (as well as the house that sits beneath it unsurprisingly). In that loft lies the detritus of my misspent youth. Crates, boxes and baskets full of the kind of crap you’d rather forget you owned.
Recently, said parents suggested I ‘sort it out’, but not quite as nicely as that. The Virginity Project jumped to attention a couple of Sundays ago and discovered, amongst other things, two bottles of Polish vodka, the pink cuddly hippo that my teenage boyfriend gave me on my 18th birthday and a ticket to an Afrika Bambaataa concert in amongst the chaos. The ticket, to see Mr Bambaataa and The Soul Sonic Force at The Hammersmith Palais cost me the grand total of four English pounds. It was one of the best shows I ever saw. It went a little bit like this…
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