I found some old diaries from twenty odd years ago. I had written about a Player's cigarette box I bought in a junk shop and how it had an old photo of some Portuguese petrol pump attendants in uniform inside that appealed to me for some reason so I kept it. In another diary I found a page that said Mr van de Ven, who was then my boyfriend, stumbled across said photo. 'A look of jealousy and crimson crept across his face as he demanded to know "who are these sailors!".