That's nice - everyone has a teenage crush. Beats mooning over pop-stars or bikers
Nah, you're welcome
My first full time job after leaving school in 1977 was an apprentice painter and decorator with a local brewery's maintenance department. Two blokes who worked together on each pub were seen as the snobs of the painting department. One always wore a trilby hat, shirt and tie and kept his wallpaper brush, seam roller etc in a brown leather briefcase. The other had hair like Beethoven, wore a bow tie and played classical piano. He played it very well, as I heard him on one pub's old tap room piano. They were ok and liked me as I always called them Mr and not by their first names, like the other 'disrespectful' to them apprentices. Also, I never complained about going for their chip shop/pie shop dinners, or making their brews as to me it was a fair skive away from totally boring painting and decorating.
