‘Underneath the Clock Tower? At eight? That’ll be brilliant, just brilliant’
I couldn’t believe it! Sharon Mason, the prettiest girl in my Sixth Form class, the most sought-after girl in the entire history of the school, had agreed to go to the end-of-term disco with me. I was to meet her under the Clock Tower and escort her to the disco from there.
I felt like singing as I rode my bike back home to get ready for the biggest night of my life.
I know myself only too well. I’m not the most popular or charismatic boy in the class. Having said that, I’m not particularly unpopular, either, unlike Martin Wells who is universally loathed by everyone, including, I believe, his entire family. I’m just there, a blank face in the crowd; Eric Gainly, that’s me. Or Eric the Ungainly, as they call m
