Memory tricks

I've been at my London flat clearing out my desk so that my tenants can use it (I've decided to stay in New York for the foreseeable future, apt & dating fuck-ups not withstanding). I found a huge pile of computer CDs, and T's 2003 wedding album was amongst them. I was absolutely astonished to find that, in the only picture of me, I am waving a cigarette about. In my memory I only smoked occasionally, usually in bars & clubs, certainly never outside, and certainly not in wedding pictures. Strange how your memory can play tricks on you. (I do love my Vanessa Bruno dress, Manolos & grandmother's vintage necklace tho).