Forty years ago today, I went down to the pub that my friend Geoff used. I didn't like it much, as it was used by some pretty shady characters, but a lot of his mates drank there, so he kept going. He'd just returned from a trip to France, where he'd met a young lady and they were something of an item. So much so that the previous time we'd been in the pub I felt a bit of a gooseberry, so I'd jokingly said "Ask her if she's got any mates she can bring down so we can chat while you canoodle".
Imagine my surprise when I walked in the pub, and there they were with another young lady. We got chatting, found out we had a lot in common, and spent the next 35 years together.
So August 17th is a very important day for me.