Not everything that happens on Halloween is sinister or scary. However, it is worth reporting that something strange happened on October 31st 1990. At a noisy party, on a cold wintery night. On a dark street, in a tiny cottage, somewhere on the edge of the glorious Cotswolds in the UK……
It was a most unexpected occurrence and the powerful ripples from that single event have been felt right across the globe ever since.
The event started out as a single invisible spark. A spark that fired a cascade of neurons, that kick started the chemistry required to stop me in my tracks at the end of the ancient and heavily worn footpath leading to the garden gate of that tiny cottage on the edge of the Cotswolds. An idea had formed…..
Stationary on the garden path, and with two colleagues sat patiently waiting for me in a diminutive, but very shiny Honda Sportscar parked on the other side of a well kept hedgerow, I waited for the courage needed to put that idea into action to become manifest.
I’m not sure how long it took, but there was a series of yells from the car, so it may have been a while. I turned, slowly, not for dramatic effect, but my shoes and jeans were in a poor state of repair and sudden movements could have caused catastrophic structural integrity failure of either, or even both garments, and since I didn’t have spares that could have been a challenge.
The turn complete, I retraced my steps back up the garden path, taking care to avoid the snails, whose trails were sparkling in the crisp bright moonlight. I didn’t need to knock. The host was still just behind the door, which opened. No words were spoken, the chemistry had taken over, I was on autopilot.
I wrapped my arms around the host, and briefly noted that the black bin liner she was wearing, lacked the sensual touch of a nice, highly polished PVC dress. Not that I had ever felt a highly polished PVC dress of course, but in complex depths of my imagination, the PVC dress felt great and the Bin Liner was nowhere near a close second.
What happened next shaped our worlds, forever changing the paths we may have imagined for ourselves and fused our existences. To quote a team of the fiercely popular 90s philosophers, “Tonight is the night when two became one.”
A tender, friendly peck on the lips, became a deep passionate kiss, and a warm meaningful embrace.
I’m still feeling that embrace twenty six years later.
Much has changed, but somethings I hope will last just as long as they possibly can.
Wubble.
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