Birthday in Calais 1984

I was born on a Saturday and, I know what you’re thinking and the answer is yes: I have worked hard for a living! In 1984 my birthday fell on a Saturday, so myself and some old friends set off on the ferry to Calais.

So, 7th July was spent on a train and ferry, drinking all the way of course. And, when we arrived in Calais what was the first order of business? To find a bar! I came out of it pretty pink however, as you can see in one of the photos  – yes, that’s me on the right, no longer wearing the watch I fell asleep on the beach with…

Someone else in our party had a birthday at about the same time; if anyone could remind me who it was that would be great.