I’ve only ever known two fans of the band Steps.
One was Mark. He was smashing, very gay and knew every single dance. In a tatty living room in Colchester I saw him do them all. A vegetarian who hated vegetables, he survived instead on fake bacon and oven chips.
I wonder what became of him. His lifelong dream was to get together with Stephen Gately; I hope he’s over that now.
The other owns all their records and has been known to belt out A Deeper Shade Of Blue in the car, when it works.
I married that one.
(Do email or comment with any suggestions for 100 Words this week. Thanks to tennyson ee hemingway for this one. MLS)