Andrew Clancey fell in love with Marianne in the early 1990s – then the pair didn’t see each other for 23 years
I met Marianne in 1992 when I started working as a chef at a cafe in Melbourne. She was a waitress, and I thought: “What a bloody noisy Yank!” I’d been reading lots of John Pilger so I had a disdain for US geopolitics.
After I pushed that out of my system, we flirted madly from one side of the counter to the other. We consummated our relationship at the staff Christmas party. She threw me over her shoulder and took me home – I was just a country boy and she knew what she wanted. The next morning she cooked me huevos rancheros with heavenly black coffee.
