OK, just got back after an unexpected night of watching one of my mates who is the lead singer in a band. As it turns out – a very good band. It got….dimensional…
Things that were said to me this evening include:
- Christ you’re even more mad than M – and he’s on drugs.
- Wait a minute – you’re D’s boss? Jesus, what kind of company do you two work for?
- You’re a very sexy kisser, where do you live? [the person who said this was leaning against my inner thigh and stroking my shoulder at the time, clichéd but true]
- Come and jam with us next Monday, it’ll be wicked.
- That will be 14 pounds please.
- F*ck me, so you host our website then? Cool.
- My real name is Ian too – the band (a famous band) just called me Sid, because it was easier.