Watching for Peter

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I spent weeks during the long hot summer of 1988 following Peter around Beverley with his friends, always keeping a safe distance so as not to attarct unwanted attention. Once I stood right next to him in the urinal in The Angel and he had no idea. I was sweating like never before, I then followed him back into the bar and watched him some more.

When he eventually left Beverley in the early nineties a part of me left with him. I still have my collection of photographs though from my very own summer of love, and my nephew - who is a dab hand at computers - has made some wonderful compositions of Peter and I exchanging fluids.

If you can give me exact dates for his return I'd be ever grateful, and if you could possibly arrange a drink in the Angel it would make an old man very happy.

Best wishes to one and all.