Talk about lucky!

The first time I saw her I was speechless. A young, pretty, petite blond carefully negotiating the steep steps down into the smoky Orford Cellar club, the haunt of leading lights of R&B and me and my mates. Just my type. Who was she with? A classmate... but Mike never went out with girls! We didn’t speak.

The second time was at the party hub pub, The Trowel. There with another boy. Just my type. Our eyes met. We didn’t speak.

The third time at a party. Both unwilling guests. Our eyes met. Then she spoke to me.

How lucky!