Me and uncle_eric have just been reading these lovely romantic stories as we were drinking our cocoa. He was just dunking his rich tea when he said to me "Do you remember when we first met?" Do I? Of course I do. It was up at Belle Vue: I had just heard that nice Mr Mortimer's band (the father, not the young one) and I heard this voice saying "Soprano were a bit flat, weren't 'e?" I turned round and there was Eric, flat cap in hand . . . our eyes met and we've never looked at anyone else since.
All those happy memories, travelling around with him on his motorcycle and me in the sidecar, following our favourite bands. Us oldies can teach you young 'uns a lot about romance, you know.