Henshaws Bar

Steve Henshaw.

I used to work with him.

Steve's parties were legendary. I drunk myself so blindingly drunk the year before this picture was taken, that friends at the party were convinced I was going to die...however, my team that same year DID win the Fishbowl drinking competition (and there-in lies the answer to how I drunk myself blindingly and dangerously drunk!)

Anyway, in some stupid ramblings the year before, Steve had kept going on about how he really wanted bunny girls to serve beer from the bar that he had in his house (I kid you not - he and his girlfriend had a small but beautiful terrace house - two rooms and a kitchen downstairs - Hench converted the front room into a proper bar...it was fab!).

Anyway, back to bunny girls. At the time Steve made the comment, I was still grossly overweight following my metamorphosis into a barrage balloon whilst pregnant with James (from just over 10 stone to 15 and a 1/2 stone in 9 months!) - and knowing that the weight just wasn't shifting I said (thinking I was doomed to be overweight for a long time to come) "I'll be a bunny girl at next year's party IF I have got under 11 stone by then".

Steve kept doing sneaky little weight check conversations with me at work - catching me off guard - and around October half term (about 6 weeks before this picture was taken) I let slip that indeed, I was below 11 stone...and therefore I became honour bound to be a bunny girl for him.

It was fun!!!!

I haven't seen Steve since I left Hartford in 2003 - I do think about him, his girlfriend (now wife I believe) Fran, and my other top mate Chris (who is married as well I think!)...I miss them...but I think maybe the time has passed for me to be able to get in touch.