Quick, tell us what you did the night of March the 12th 1988... insane
Insane?
Perhaps.
But in my case also quite easy.
I got drunk.
Special Export and shots of Slivovitz.
I did that every night in 1988.
I could also tell you the name of the bar and what I had for dinner.
(March 12th fell on a Saturday. Therefore I had Roast Lamb.)
Then I went home with a waitress.
The way I always do.
How as I to know?
She was with.....