Ok , not really, it’s the gorgeous Sally, wife of Adam, back row No 7 who I played with in Cardiff.

They got married in the winter, I remember that bit, and Sally wore the coolest dress, which had fur in it somehow. There’s no point in me pretending to have remembered more, because I don’t.

What I do recall more is  the police being called to arrest me on the Stag  night, for stripping on the table for a Hen Party (that happened to be in the same place ) and the Hen girls whisking me away into the Ladies, and refusing to open the cubicle for the cops….

Just a normal Friday night for me, back then….

Thanks to Perkins for organising the Uni reunion.

We have the funniest stories ever… only some of which can possibly make it into my forthcoming book…

( I’m not actually internet dating, either )