Feeling My Age

The Night Before by The Beatles has been inexplicably running round my head for a few weeks. It’s not remotely their greatest song but in their mid period even the throwaway album tracks were often tiny gems that could hit an emotional nerve. Cooped up in a small closed community in my late teens, the few other overtly gay boys – with one spectacular exception – didn’t much like me.  I did manage to get laid but my partners tended to be bi curious at best and, at worst, simply oversexed and desperate. Thus their behaviour The Night Before was quite often quite different from The Morning After. One cynic there used to satirically sing “when I held you near… you were turning queer” to the tune of this song.