Tom was enjoying Christmas in his home town of Leicester when he first started chatting to Vishva. “I was in my first year at Goldsmiths, University of London – and back for the holidays,” he says. “I was invited to my old college end-of-year party because I had been student union president.”
This was December 1972, and the college had arranged a lunchtime get-together at a local pub. “I walked in and saw Vishva, who was the most beautiful woman there,” he says. “She looked uncomfortable and I later realised it was because some old guy was trying to harass her.”
