I am by nature - and upbringing -sensible and cautious, but I can look back to my teenage years and see several occasions when I quite unthinkingly did things that it makes my blood run cold to think back to.
I remember telling my horrified mother that I'd accepted an offer from a young man in a folk-club-coffee-bar to go back to his for an alternative cup of tea and to check out his record collection.
Fortunately for me, he was, in fact, addicted to tea-drinking, and did have a record collection, a collection of opera music - he was a would-be opera tenor and treated me to an eye-wateringly strong cup of tea and a personalised rendition of Pucinni's Che gelida manina.
So let’s have a thread for the summer lovers
Govt announces Ukrainian style scheme to bring thousands more migrants to UK
The government changed women's pension age and called it progress. Did anyone actually ask you?



