Gerry mooches into my mott in Paris 1978 while I'm back in Dublin studying for the final BComm exams. Eat your heart out sucker he said as he rang me from the Gare d'Lyon.
Little was he to know that the revenge would take a full four years to be delivered, on the infamous Day of the Broudjies in Amsterdam. More to follow in due course.
Job completed, he headed for the station - note the ever-present Roddie Wood in the background seeking to tempt him into a career in modelling (again).
