Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No: 60: "Wacky Races."

 Our Man in Corozal-Belize, dave delacroix, No: 60: "Wacky Races."

1960's UK: We rarely KISSED, we hugged ELBOWS, most communication was by WALKIE-TALKIE, passin notes in the School classroom. Boy, Gals, Girls; senior boys checking out the new generation-Country-Gals. OURSELVES, new-boys were more worried bout who'd be the RUGGER-Captain whilst Soccer-dicks/retard-zealots had no ZEAL for these new school virgins; truth IS, we were abstractly... absorbed with...infantile minutae..and gambling weekly, on who would win on the TV Cartoon: WACKY RACES. I stuck my Sixpence religiously on Red/blue-Max, Penelope Pitstop mostly won. Good training. Gambling IS fixed! Blue-Peter & Top-of -the-Pops TV shows, The Hollies, Beatles, Jimi Hendrix on TV: 40 hours in the Classroom PLUS Homework! Still, the belles & I rarely kissed. School gig. THEN, School Play nite out thingy. Lots of kissing. ZING!!! Sometimes a House gathering/parents "away". Boog-a-loo. Always scared to "Consummate.", age 13. And then, "COUNTRY LIFE", something changed. Elder, 3 years, village Bela recruited me to her "Club."; The Beatles' "Hey Jude" was in the music top-ten. Out in England's green and pleasant fields we rarely kissed but fornicated till the cows came home. In THOSE days, a bicycle, you really COULD get around. Syd Barret/Pink Floyd wrote the song!....I ran into the Village "Bela" some years later riding alone upstairs on a Sheffield Bus. Our encounter was my first experience of love's despair. We sat side by side like cold strangers. Desultory conversation. We had lost our innocence. We had FUCKED our Childhood; adulthood lay ahead of us like a vast, barren, UN-emotional plain. The 1960s, YOUR 1960s will haunt. Enjoy!...