Corrine, Corrina!

In the words of the song.
Which we didn't do. Neither Dean Martin, or Bob Dylan.

What we did do - entirely by luck, word of mouth, and a couple of calls - is descend on the winebar where Liam hosts a regular busker's night. Without telling him. Or the lovely Corrina who's off to start a new love full life in Belgium.

We drank, played, danced, heckled (actions to "smoke on the water" nearly made Liam falter - we'll get him next time...) chilled, and hugged like there was no tomorrow. Remembered Kate and I meeting you in Safeways, tears of joy for familiar faces after months away at college. Threesome hugs that seemed to never end, all those years ago.

So long dear. Thanks for the excuse for a party.