I find it so embarrassing when you meet someone and don’t know their name.  Not that I have to actually use it, but isn’t it frustrating when you can’t remember the person’s name.  I was in town the other day and I saw someone out of the corner of my eye who I knew from college.  I didn’t get their attention because I forgot his name.

Then, the worst thing happened, he started to come over to me and started speaking to me.  We spoke about the good times that happened during college and what were the little things that we got up to which were fun as well as naughty.  Plus we even talked about how we didn’t think about a few things that we did but just went ahead and did  it without the consequences to others – just barmy when I look back on it.

I courtesy asked how he was, his family etc and he asked about mine, so I talked to him about Julia and the rest of the family.  The big thing from it though is that I still can’t remember his name, just gone and for the life of me I really can’t think of what he was called.  So strange but very very true.

No doubt it will come to me in a month or so when I’m not doing anything remotely related.