Should have felt wrong, shagging someone with Ian Wright on their shirt; somehow it felt great.
Marsha was complicated: National Front but her granddad was from Punjab. Good for me studies. She was going to be a cop but had to leave the training college at Hendon due to unspecified political activity. In bed she was a tiger and she always stood her round. She subscribed to Viz, Penthouse and for some reason I never discovered (she lived in one of those blocks on Harvest Estate that don’t have balconies) Gardener’s World.