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Friday night. Out drinking with a few peeps.
Pop to the bar around 12, to replenish drinks and chat to a mate over that side of the room. Not hugely drunk, but shipping lanes nicely fogged by alcohol. You know the feeling.
Anyway, at the bar, and a bloke says "Oh, alright James, how you doing".
"Not bad I reply, how's you?"
The conversation continues for a couple of minutes. You know those conversations that are one party being polite and friendly while desperately trying to work out who the other party is. One of those.
This bloke then mentions that he's out on his birthday, so being the nice guy that I am, I buy him a large drink (and have one myself to see if it jogs my memory - it doesn't).
Now, I don't want you to get the impression that this is a bad thing. The chap seems a perfectly nice human being, and it's a good conversation. It's just a bit of me is detached and watching proceedings, wondering how the hell I got into it, and when he's going to realise that he doesn't know me.
Then he says something along the lines of "So, are we still cool for me to play a set in your club next Saturday".
Ah. That'll be it then.
The owner of one of the local clubs is obviously a bald geezer with glasses and has the same name as me. And my new friend is somewhat hammered and has us confused. I've done worse in the past.
However, what do I do? I'm too far into this conversation to admit now that I have no idea who he is, and besides he's positively glowing with enthusiasm. So I take the easy route out.
"Tell you what mate, you've got my number yeah? Enjoy your night out, and give me a call tomorrow when we're both sober. We'll sort it out then. Anyway, gotta run, be good yeah. See ya."
And I leave.
I've probably just ruined this guys career.
Man, if you're reading, I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed the drink though.
Happy Birthday.
Pop to the bar around 12, to replenish drinks and chat to a mate over that side of the room. Not hugely drunk, but shipping lanes nicely fogged by alcohol. You know the feeling.
Anyway, at the bar, and a bloke says "Oh, alright James, how you doing".
"Not bad I reply, how's you?"
The conversation continues for a couple of minutes. You know those conversations that are one party being polite and friendly while desperately trying to work out who the other party is. One of those.
This bloke then mentions that he's out on his birthday, so being the nice guy that I am, I buy him a large drink (and have one myself to see if it jogs my memory - it doesn't).
Now, I don't want you to get the impression that this is a bad thing. The chap seems a perfectly nice human being, and it's a good conversation. It's just a bit of me is detached and watching proceedings, wondering how the hell I got into it, and when he's going to realise that he doesn't know me.
Then he says something along the lines of "So, are we still cool for me to play a set in your club next Saturday".
Ah. That'll be it then.
The owner of one of the local clubs is obviously a bald geezer with glasses and has the same name as me. And my new friend is somewhat hammered and has us confused. I've done worse in the past.
However, what do I do? I'm too far into this conversation to admit now that I have no idea who he is, and besides he's positively glowing with enthusiasm. So I take the easy route out.
"Tell you what mate, you've got my number yeah? Enjoy your night out, and give me a call tomorrow when we're both sober. We'll sort it out then. Anyway, gotta run, be good yeah. See ya."
And I leave.
I've probably just ruined this guys career.
Man, if you're reading, I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed the drink though.
Happy Birthday.
Similar thing happened to me - some bloke made a bee-line for me in a club on friday to talk about the new night he's promoting. He seemed a nice geezer but I think he might have confused me with someone else. I ended up talking to this guy on and off throughout the night, and then again at the afterparty. I think I agreed to write a review of his club too, but I can't remember which one he was on about 
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