You return from a very drunken 48 hours in Hong Kong with your father and all his old posho rich mates and discover someone’s business card in your handbag, whom you have No Recollection of Ever meeting.
However, according to the card, he’s some kind of media/film bigshot working for a US company in HK and you think he’s probably good to know. Again. So you google him and discover he’s about 80 and a longterm HK posho sort of journo and you probably flirted mercilessly with him in a bar in Wan Chai.
You see his photo (thanks google) and vague recollections start coming back. Then you find his blog and realise he’s interviewed everyone from Jackie Chan to Kristin Scott-Thomas to John Lennon and Elizabeth Taylor. And he’s written a book. And he’s been accused of ripping off an old journo for her money.
*I’m not going to name him because he seems like the kind of guy who probably googles himself and that would Not Do At All were he to see this….
So, you send him an email anyway, saying hey, how’s it going? I was the only young person in the room and I was clutching a cosmo and probably talking nonsense. I vaguely remember you. Shall we keep in touch?
Such things make life worth living. A story to tell. Entertaining other people. Making a massive tool of yourself. Anyway, if the guy emails back, I’ll write another post entitled The Best Time I…..use your imagination.