Memories of what I did and what I saw until I settled down. Nobody appears to have read any of it so far, so no-one's likely to be offended by what they read. It's only online as I've already lost two volumes to hard disk failure. The people, times, places and initials are all genuine. So's their behaviour.
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Just before leaving Koblenz...
A couple of weeks before we all left Koblenz in the summer of 1989, one of the dancers, Lisa, introduced us all to a friend from ballet school who had just come over for a few days. She was beautiful and charming and her name was Francesca. Lisa told us proudly how Fran's brother was going to become a HUGE rugby star and that Fran was destined for EVEN greater things. Two months later, Francesca was dead, the youngest victim of the Marchioness disaster on the Thames, when forty-five partygoers perished on a pleasure boat struck by a barge. Her brother, Lawrence Dallaglio, went on to captain England at rugby.
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