THE GAYDAR GIRL

This is a song I wrote for a hard drinking Marlborough man called Simon, who got pretty busted up when he fell in love with a girl back in the seventies. I know how he feels! Back then Pride didn’t exist, but she was called Gaydar , a very unusual name so I suppose he should have seen the red/pride flags, but then so should I.

He still misses her, and those wild days driving across Africa, living under canvas. They had the wildest times — and so did I !!!!.