Paulette and I prepared for a party in her flat. When we had finished getting dressed up, I took this picture of us. The party was great, and afterwards, a very large drunken man smashed a beer glass over my head in a bar called Le Vertigo. I'd never been in a bar fight before, and haven't been in one since. You could say he won, except that I didn't fall down, and he was the one who fled.

There was a lot of blood, but my friends looked after me, we'd partied well, and it made a great story to tell my students on Monday. It was a great night, and I say that without irony. I'll never forget it.