I am I believe...a member of a `rare breed`...that being an older person who doesnt think of the past as a `Golden Age` or "the good old days".
As I get closer to staring death in the face - instead of wrapping myself in nostalga and becoming a `grumpy old man` with dinosaur views...I re-evaluate everything.
I honestly believe that apart from music and football - everything is better today then the past.
Nothing today compares to David Bowie or Georgie Best...but everything else is far superior to things in my day.
My views on marraige have changed - it is not all about sex - even when your wife is `drop dead gorgeous`.
At first I thought it was just `love` added to `lust`...but of course it is not.
The sex kept us together for 15 years - but then when I got `ill` and suffered with `stress` - which meant in the Summer of 2004 that I lost `interest`...what did my wife of 15 years do?
Did she understand?
Was she patient?
The answer is "no" to both questions - she got into the back of a car with Ian Fleming - jumped into bed with Peter Tibbs and started an affair with Richard Grimson.
For 15 years we had both been `happy` in the bedroom department - but on reflection was we really?
I believe whatever she says now - that at the beginning - she `loved me to bits` - and I admit to feeling the same.
But was that enough to keep us together for 15 years?
The truth is between 1989 and 2004 I never `cheated` - I might sound niave - but honestly believe that before June 2004 Julie was also Faithful - I truly believe that.
But the fact is - I admit that being faithful didnt make me a `Modern Day Saint` - I knew from day one that I loved her...fancied her...and was attracted to her.
I also knew that my character/personality got `bored` very easily - not just with partners - sex - but with everything in general.
This is why as early as possible I introduced Julie dressing up into our relationship.
I remember at first she wasnt keen about dressing up as a schoolgirl - she had `no problem` with the black stockings and pretending to be a slut...but at first wasnt keen on being a `sexy schoolgirl`.
She thought it was `perverted` - but I explained "perverts are grown men who like schoolgirls...they aresick scum but normal men like women to dress up in uniforms"
Hence the attraction of the School Dinners restaraunt in Soho - where page 3 girls would dress up as St Trinians schoolgirls/
