[Sparkologist]

Originally Posted by lettie

I suppose I'm lucky, the worst thing I've done on a first date is get absolutely drunk as a skunk and fall alseep in the taxi back from Manchester (ringing any bells there Sparky??)

Was that the one where we went to see Madness at Old Trafford, and you started a ruck with the bouncers 'cos they wouldn't let you clamber onto the stage, in order to immediately dive off again, into the audience.
Was that the date where I said, "Let's get off the tram now, we can catch the bus home from the top of Deansgate," as we stood there watching the tail lights of the last bus disappearing over the horizon?
The same date where I said, "Never mind, the last train leaves for Blackburn from Victoria station soon." where 'soon' meant sooner than I expected!
The same date where the taxi cost fifty big, fat, crisp, shiny, new ones!
The same taxi where you had your head on my lap and pretended to be asleep when I said, "While you're down there, Lettie..."

Oh, that date. Yes. I remember it well!