yes, my first ex died in 2011. I didn't know until when searching for him I found out he had died. It was an awful shock. He was my first love, a lovely, good-looking charmer with dancing black eyes, a compulsive gambler, with gambling fever, but also after we had split up he became a schizofrenic, in and out of mental hospitals. He had a child with a new partner, both of whom I met 30 years ago. When I realised he had died, I managed to trace this son, we met up, and I was able to put a basket of white flowers on his grave. When I think of him I remember him as the 18 year old I met, calling me by his pet name, and always laughing. I don't choose to remember the wretchid wreck that he became in his last years. Very sad. Terrible waste. There is a part of me that will always remember. RIP Edison.
Which British song sums up the 1960s for you?



