I had a horrible dream last night.
I was at a wine and chocolate party, it was October the 23rd, and I was having a grand time. The wines we flowing, the chocolates being eaten and who should arrive but M Marine. He held out to me a pot of caviar and said “Who’s this then?”
I gestured to the man on my right and said “He’s my IT guy.”
“Not that guy,” he replied. “That guy.”
I gestured to the man on my left and said “He’s my old IT guy.”
He gestured, then, to the man speaking with my mother, asking who he was.
“That’s M Bassoon.”
“And him?”
“Computer guy.”
“Him?”
“Elevator guy.”
“Him?”
“Sandwich guy, coffee guy, guy with the dog, guy from the market…”
“And that one?” he asked, pointing again.
“That one? Well that one I don’t really… I’m not exactly sure. Hang on.” I wandered over to this last guy, still holding the pot of caviar, and, after figuring out who he was, had to do all the introductions over again. I had to do introductions like that repeatedly all night long.
I know there’s a lesson in this, but frankly I’m just not that worried about it.
Better nicknames are needed?And we’d better get going on that wine and chocolate party plan.