I don’t like you, Michelle
This one time, when I was little, I used to hang round the park and this girl called Michelle was there. And she dared me to say a swear that she had chalked on the side of a concrete boat. And I said it. And she ran to my house and told my dad that I had said a swear and he shouted at me.
Some time later Michelle was in the park again and was messing about where they were building new swings and stuff and had put her finger in a hole in some scaffolding and had got it stuck.
She shouted to me to come over.
She wanted me to go and tell a grown-up so they would call the firemen.
And I thought, fuck her.
And I went and played on the seesaw.