Maybe if you’re in town next month or any time soon, the Gang of Four should really try to meet up.

Thanks for writing this, Ming, with Geri and John, we were tagged the Gang of Four, too.

Since we have an online presence 24/7 these days, we should post random memories of our days (and nights) at Times Publishing. It would be a blast all over again!

Thanks for the memories.

We didn’t know quite what to do with our lives then, and what fun we had not caring or worrying too much about a “career”, hanging out at the studio, going to fashion parties and junkets, wolfing down quaintly bourgeois canapes, sniggering at the daily absurdities and drama of our effete circle, and diy-ing before there was even a word for it.

We were called the Bobbsey Twins because it was traumatising enough to deal with one…heh..and someone would come up to me and say “I saw you at the Times’ library yesterday,” and I’d reply “Nope, did not go there!” “It was you! I’d know that hair…” *Wink*….

Oh it would have been cool to skive off work like that, in the confusing fog of ghostly apparitions of skinny navy silhouettes and long brown tresses, intermittently darting from one work venue to another. Unfortunately, my Editor sat across from me, her cackling whilst sharing an inside joke with another senior jolted us back to the mundane tedium of reporting on the madness of yet another fashion season so hideous it would soon be repudiated by the diametrically opposite direction adopted by the next one. Our fingers crawled across the keyboard with the speed and energy of arthritic sea urchins (your favourite sushi) while we stifled yawns and downed over-boiled coffee, waiting for the clock to strike 6 and release from the fashion gulag….

We went on our separate ways to life’s further calling – you on to domestic bliss and I back to being architortured. I was so pleased to see your dreamy wedding pictures, romantic in a simple Walter (?) frothy ballet dress, smiles radiating from a wellspring of conjugal beatitude. On your arm is On, a lanky Prince Charming in his own pensive, physician’s way, a great complement to your physical charms and disposition.

More parallels must have surely ensued in our lives, but that must be reserved for another day of reminiscing.

So let’s make a date for the next one, eh?

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