I did not have many friends. There was Steve in Hall Park Avenue, who attended my school and who had a copy of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Steve was a conformist like me. We would conspire together to do things – such as running away to somewhere – that we knew would never actually happen. We would also look at the women’s magazines such as Elle and Nova that Steve’s mother collected, which had information about girls that I was unable to get elsewhere.