It was the tail-end of 1977, I had led a relatively sheltered upbringing and didn't even realise such things happened; of course I knew what 'Poofs' were and what they did but I didn't know there was such a thing as a predatory bi-sexual.
I'd even only known one black kid at school, and even he didn't like me because I had to stop one of the school 'Hardos' from giving him a kicking in the classroom after 'home time' one afternoon in the 5th Year!
What happened to me wasn't my fault, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time; apparently he was renowned for it, often taking the young new-starters up into his crane for whatever! Seems it was something of a right of passage, bit like Public School
I certainly wasn't going to let it overshadow my life, even if recalling it now it seems like only yesterday. Of course I was embarrassed and ashamed at the time, but as I became more worldly-wise it was easier to compartmentalise the experience; basically, far more interesting experiences were to follow and put it into perspective (all involving either girls or guns it has to be said!
At least now, when berated by those of a narrow-minded feminist bent I can turn around and say "Well actually, yes, I do know what it's like so..."