In the pub in Birmingham with Tony and Dave waiting for Rowan and Redman who I've never met. Nipped to the loo and there was a lady in a red coat.....has to be Rowan I thought. It was so we hugged....bladders could wait.
Can I get you a drink.....I asked. No....replied Rowan.....Redman's at the bar getting some in......I'll catch you up.
There is one man at the bar, being served.....right age...looks pampered by a good woman....has to be Redman.
I sidle up, rub my arm against his and say.....Heloooooo, Redman darling. Mine's a Guinness.
Well..errrrr.... Stammers the startled man.......I'm not Redman but I can be if you like.
No he bloody well can't.... says a female voice behind me....he's with me.
And the more you try to apologise and explain the worse you look. :-(
she nearly got the man on the woodcarving stall after dropping her glove behind part of his display.... I had visions of him being crushed by all the wooden owls that were fixed to it