Meeting blasts from the past

Twenty years (and more) ago I was in a band called Eva Eva in Bristol with a mate called Garry. He found a cello player called Pandora. A bizarre mix of coincidences occurred and we met up with her in a bar in Brighton last night. Small world.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.