For years, I thought he was Terry of France: the name mangled by memory, the music perfectly recalled, but--like all true loves!--I never forgot the essence of my first tv re-run boyfriend. A dark, handsome hero with a slingshot in hand, living some kind of Robin Hoody existence (a not particularly comely lass by his side) and a pack of dirty-faced villager types suddenly swarming out from the forest, to follow Terry--Thierry la Fronde--anywhere:
I now realize that my first tv boyfriend was a sexually ambiguous male wearing a necklace ominously presaging the coming disco era (when man-jewelry went ape-shit) and the lass was actually much comelier than I thought, despite her unfortunate hair. (About the opening crotch shot--combined with slingshot wrist action--least said, soonest mended!)
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