You’ve cheer-zed to the girls, rambled on, thinking about your summer holidays that dawn. With chat still streaming as you say your goodbyes, you all can’t wait for the summer skies. Text me when you get home were the last words she said, you’ve got your keys and your phone and now you’ve fled You’ve got girls aloud on, but only one ear in, just so you can hear what’s behind you, is that a sin?...