Two middle aged men called over to us from the other side of East Claremont Street, Edinburgh.

ECM and I didn’t immediately recognise them as ST and PN. However, as soon as we did, we were transported back to our teenage days when we used to follow these two boys around our childhood neighbourhood, desperate to convince PN that he should invite ECM on a date.

This time, PN seemed more interested in me. In my direction he shouted congratulations that appeared to be related to my career achievements.

When ECM and I crossed over the road to engage in conversation with the pair of them, they ran away. It really was as if we were teenagers all over again.