Entry for 7th November, 2007

I was telling a friend of mine about my re-union the other day, and he mentioned that a few years back he had somewhat reluctantly attended a school re-union. He hadn’t been particularly keen, but his wife had persuaded him to go and she accompanied him to the event.
Within thirty seconds of arriving in the old school our hero was accosted by an ex-girlfriend who murmured in his ear “Remember that night in Stockport.” (He did.) The lass from his past then exited stage right, with a coy grin and a flirtatious flick of her tweed skirt, leaving our man red-faced with an indignant wife.
Some things are perhaps better left in the past.