The year 2000? Ah, I remember it well! I’d just bought a canal house in Amsterdam and was staying there for New Year with my beau of 5 years.
We were sleeping on a mezzanine floor accessed by a ladder. I was dreadfully unwell and, if you will pardon the sickening scene, I spewed up all over him, unable as I was to get down the ladder quickly enough.
He broke up with me a short time later. I’m not sure if the two events were connected. My heart was broken...for about two weeks until I realised the caddish bounder was misappropriating funds from my credit card to furnish a love nest for himself and my replacement.
This photo is tiny and sideways as he is a solicitor now
I was running a legal services business in Dublin when the whole Y2K bug madness was going on. We got numerous calls from clients enquiring as to whether we were Y2K compliant, to which we replied with a resounding “Of course." Always tell them what they want to hear!
In fact, we ignored the whole thing, assured by our IT support, a couple of young bucks in a new start-up, that our computers would be grand, that there’d be no meltdown and no chance of being transported back to that wonderful world pre-technology.
And New Year’s came and went. We all woke up with electricity. ATMs didn’t refuse to dispense cash. Planes remained in the air. We flew back to Dublin on New Years day. I could barely breathe. Next day I was diagnosed with pneumonia.
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