Getting Married Tomorrow
A true story, one of about a dozen memories I hope to write up over the next year, or however long it takes. __________________________________________________________________ It was 1974 and I was working in Christchurch, NZ. Friday's after work I usually played squash with a mate from my rugby team, and then we headed to the Grenadier Arms, where we would grab a burger or something for dinner and have a few beers with our friends. This Friday night there were about a dozen of us,...