Entry for 26th December, 2008 - Memory

I have been thinking a lot about girlfriends recently because of the show we are developing for Edinburgh. Specifically, I have been thinking about first dates.
My own first date (if my memory does not desert me entirely) was to see Rocky 3 at the Odeon. I couldn’t quite summon the courage to make for the back row, and instead ushered my date furtively to a secluded seat at the side. As I recall we held hands and it was very nice. The film was good too. Frnakly I don’t look for much more in a woman now – a liking for Sylvester Stallone films is a reasonable barometer of compatability in my opinion.
The Odeon is long gone alas, and with it a little bit of my romantic past. So there is nothing physical to mark the site of my first romantic encounter. It only lives in my unreliable memory. And that is all we are really isn’t it? The memories. The past is all we certainly have or are. And even that is not reliable. Our sense of selves is made up of an imperfect cache of random experience that we think we remember.
How odd