... Or thereabouts that I last saw Gill. Until this afternoon.

What a 'like wow' moment.

We were at journo college together in Sheffield. Twenty-four years ago. I really can't get my head round the fact I have been an adult for almost a quarter of a century - it's just bizarre.

We met at Manchester Airport for coffee before she headed off to see her family as she now lives in Cyprus. Turns out she went for an interview on a newspaper there while on holiday visiting a friend, got the job and what she thought would be maybe six months or a year has turned into 15 years. Her partner went out with her too and they've made their life there.

And do you know, she looks exactly the same, just more grown up. Like a proper grown up with grown up hair and a little boy who is so blonde and stands out like a pork chop at a jewish wedding in his class photos. Very handsome though and the facsimilie of his dad.

Anyhow, it was brill to see her. We rattled through some memories and we are going to organise a reunion for next summer for our classmates - in Sheffield.

And she's invited me to Cyprus so as soon as I've more holiday leave - 'ooh, I'm going to cy-per-us..'