What a lovely surprise tonight! I came across my student ID card from 1968/69, the one year I attended University. I thought I had lost it a long time ago. I was half-jaked when the photo was taken. In the matriculation room that day, I was sitting next to a beautiful blonde girl from London. We seemed to be the only adults in amongst all the noisy kids in the place, so we got talking and decided to go for a drink and come back later. I took her to the Kenilworth in Rose Street, which I hadn’t been in before, but it was entertaining watching the prossies proposition all the old drunks. Anyway, it turns out she was engaged to a guy, a rugby player, who was already a student at Edinburgh University. After she went off to meet him, I had a few more pints elsewhere before returning for my photo. Never saw her again. Sad.
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