A blast from the past

A long walk with the hound meant I was exceedingly hungry by the time we got to the restaurant. Tapas, which is always a winner at Tabanaco, great atmosphere, nice people, alarmingly good sherry. 

We ended up back at Jon and Danielle's not drinking Jon's expensive wine, then some old photos came out. Jon and I met when I was 18 so quite a long time ago, we shared a house in Violent Close in Cambridge. This was about the time I met H, so a lot of history.

The photo is from the living room at Violent (Violet really) close, I think it must be just pre H, possibly Jon's 21st. If only we knew then what we know now.