I remember this day forty years ago.
Not bad for someone with a crap memory?
On this day forty years ago, one of the girls in my office was leaving to get married or get pregnant or something. As was the custom in those heady days we all piled into the cars after work and headed down to Kiely's in Donnybrook to get thoroughly pissed.
It was a good night. I had the old guitar so the songs were sung, the pints were necked and a good time was had by all.
In the course of the night I somehow fond myself being chatted up by a Fine Thing, who happened to be on secondment to the office. Nothing unusual in that, but this young lass was persistent.
I remember the date, because a year later to the day – this day thirty nine years ago I made an honest woman of that Fine Thing.
Didn't she do well?