See what happens if you just start clicking on stuff? Now that you're here... Pete and Meg's daughter, Sam, is a very good friend of ours. Right up there in the top 5 to tell you the truth. Once, when we were all still students, slightly fitter and slightly more wide-eyed, we made a pact to meet in LA (as in Los Angeles, not Lower Albany) when we're 26 so that we, as prescribed in the Bran Van 3000 song, can sing: "what the hell am I doing, drinking in LA, at 26?" This of course never happened, because we weren't very rich by the time we turned 26. Sam, at least, was in America, but very far from LA in Ohio (which is a nicer place anyway). She then got a friend to buy a bottle of California red when the friend was out in LA. The friend flew the bottle back to Sam in Ohio, who duly flew it back to us in Cape Town when she returned for a brief visit. Just before she went back, we drank it out on the East Pier. When we were 27.