How I met Siobhan Curran
A couple of years ago I was out in Manchester and this skinny Irish lass comes up to me.
“Hello I’m Siobhan.”
“Oh… hi!”(Who the hell is this? Do I know? Should I know? Errrr…. switching to neutral banter mode.)
“Good night isn’t it? Love your outfit. Blahblahblahblahblah. Yeah sure I’ll have a picture taken with you…”
A few days later I get sent the picture (or see it on her blog) and go “SHIT! That Siobhan!!”
This is no reflection on how memorable Siobhan is, just a reflection on how shit I am at recognising people. :-/
