I went to a pub in Belfast on Thursday night, after visiting the Artcetera gallery, for a wee pint and to waach some rugby on TV. There was a really noisy group at the next table. I recognised their accents – Canadian! I Whatsapped my Canadian ex-girlfriend, Vicki, from the 70s, as we are still friends. She sent me this pic.
Of course (!) I remember this evening. St. Valentine’s Day, 1978. I had to defend my MSc thesis on 3rd March, and there was a practice defence on 15th February. I was working late and she called round with food and some fun presents.
Next day I had a look in my wardrobe, and …
Is this an artifact?
