D and I first kissed in a club in Newcastle, on his birthday.
There's a whole backstory that I can't be bothered to tell right now. But outside the club, it was cold and raining and we were on our own. He put his hands in my pockets to keep them warm, and we both knew where it was going.
Inside the club, the friend who'd temporarily left to give someone else a lift home turned up again, but seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to get in the way, he disappeared sharpish.
That club, for those who were in Newcastle in the mid-late 90s, was the Riverside. The Riverside then went on to become Foundation; a different club, but that was OK, right?
We drove past the other day. It's now a Price Watch supermarket.
That makes me really, really sad.