Vol 2:
Mark Manning said:It wasn't till years later that I figured out what kind of drunken shit was going down. I was buying cigarettes in a shop when a bunch of kids, girls about 16 or so, came in all excited buying chocolates and vodka. I felt a strange yearning I couldn't understand. It worried me slightly as I followed them into the video shop next door, just to smell their clean hair, like soap and apples, and stare at their beautiful alabaster necks. They were so beautiful and young. Laughing like schoolgirls do, trying to decide which video to hire, arguing about clean cut Hollywood fag actors, who was the cutest.
I even thought that maybe I was a pervert or something. I felt old and disgusting. I had followed them into the shop, what next? Was I going to follow them home and crash their little pyjama party?
I got some Hollywood shit out and went back to my creepy gaff worried and ashamed.
It wasn't till I'd bolted a couple of whiskeys down my throat that I realised what my confused emotions were all about. It wasn't a sex thing; I no more wanted to fuck these kids than I wanted to fuck Gimpo.
I was yearning after their youth; I wanted to be young like them.