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. :-(
// Gness got her little gadget out but complained she had to suck so hard she nearly got a hernia every time she tried it // The mind boggles. Mind how you go guys if you visit Brum you could easily get lost in the German market.
Ron....NoM was with him so he was quite happy.....we had to climb the steps for an overhead view....still couldn't find him so yippee for mobile phones.