Sad that it takes Doug moving to New Zealand for the old Marston Street gang to get together and a real shame that Jonza wasn’t there by the time Dom, Tab and I had to leave. That said it was truly delightful to see Doug (and Andy and Yvonne), Ruth, Jethro, Barbara, Dom, Rachel fField, Tom and all their progeny in a random part of South London. And then the sax and organ piece Dom and I got in Oxford came on shuffle on the iPod. Huzzah!
Sorry to miss you all. I seem to make a habit of it. Wasn’t there a meet-up I missed years ago where my place was taken by a pre-Raphaelite print? And of course your Mum always said I didn’t actually exist…
Partly our fault for prioritising other things over a once in 20 years reunion… And yes, we used this picture, I think.