Ok. Something went wrong with girls’ names around here in the mid 70’s. So far I have met the following women at work:

Judi, Jane, Michelle, Annette, Susan, Alison and Tracy

And in the evenings out dancing I have met:

Rashmi, Erin, Sandronella (or something: “call me Sandy”) and Tamarind. She’s a nice girl, but it must be tough being named after a poo-shaped fruit.