I summarised the circumstances to fit the frame....I first met her when I went to see a film at the ABC cinema in Southampton. I was with the son of the Irish landlady I had at the time (1979). In those days the ABC had a bar downstairs, and Jane was one of the barmaids. I chatted her up a bit and, asked her out, she said no. I wrote my address down on a napkin, told her to come see me if she changed her mind. That was the end of that so I thought.
Couple of weeks later, I was at my digs and the landlady came up and said there was a girl at the door for me. It was Jane...shed lost the napkin but remembered most of the address...I stayed at number 336, and shed tried 366 and 363 before finding the right one. I was rather pleasantly surprised, and we went out a couple of times, with her group of friends. Id made it known early on that I hated my digs (the Irish landlady was knocking off her brother in law and the fights and arguments were not a lot of fun), and Jane suggested I could stay at her place, as a lodger. Money for her, somewhere quieter for me. 30 years ago now, crumbs almighty.