I'm (not) your biggest Fan
Sean, the ex manager of my local drinking establishment had a bit of an obsession with the whole famous people thing, the place has had it's share of vaugely famous punters in it's time but this perticular story occurs about 2 years ago.

I wandered in early one Wednesday evening to find Sean sat with 2 women, an ugly tall skinny one and a quite attractive shorter girl. Waving me over he introduces me to "Erin" and "Sophie*".
Grabbing a drink I sit down and beginng chatting to all three, the conversation goes the usual way of strangers meeting; "good day?", "what do you do?", etc.
Having chatted for a few minutes with Sophie I proceed to begin talking to Erin the tall one, asking what she did I was quite suprised by her rather snooty reply of "Don't you know?"
Glancing down at my half finished Double Vodka & Cranberry I think "did she say? Fucking hell I should remember that I've barely started"
"No, did you say already?"
"I'm Erin, Erin O'Connor"
Ahh good thinks I, I did remember the name right. (Always one of my failings when meeting new people) however, this didn't explain her confusion about the job question.
"I'm the new M&S model"
"Oh, are you? How's that working out so far?" Is apparantly not the correct response I found out when she hissed "Fine" and turned away from me.
I ended up having a nice evening chatting to her 'normal' friend whle she sauntered around looking for attention.

*Name changed to protect the innocent cute friend.
(bill, Sat 18 Apr 2009, 2:00, Reply)