The Flower Show

Vivienne Wilson

1985

Gavin arrived looking like he'd made an effort for the evening in a young Michael Stipe kind of way. The seventies panelling and orange plastic seating made him look out of place, but then we were used to that.

Katie arrived next wearing a totally inappropriate cocktail dress under a heavy winter coat like me. This was November 1985, when she still had her sun hat hair. Her hair was dark at the top and blonde at the bottom. She crimped and sprayed it so that it stuck out looking like an oversized hat. Sometimes, when she was feeling lazy, she would put on a straw hat that she had modified and pull bits of her hair through it.

Alan and Steve joined us. They were from the north and Alan often met old friends on nights out.

"Have you seen them before?" I asked. ... (continues)