'I would have picked some up for you when I was in England' I told him, 'but I have some friends coming over in a few weeks, would you like me to get them to bring some?'
'Ah yeah mate' he replied in his Lincolnshire drawl before sinking off into some daydream that involved sausages and mashed potato.
True to my word I contacted my friends with real jobs in England, ones who earned enough money to actually holiday in ski resorts, who agreed to purchase the gravy and bring it over. So about three weeks after the original gravy based conversation I returned to La Poste, gravy in hand feeling rather smug knowing how pleased they would be.
So I walked in and presented it with a flourish of 'I got you some gravy!!!', to be met by a series of very blank faces.
'Err thanks', the drummer replied
It hit me with a thud that he could not remember asking me to get this gravy and that I had, seemingly out of the blue, just presented someone I really didn't know that well, a rather cool musician who had tattoos and an ear ring, someone I was somewhat in owe of, with a jar of gravy. I must look like a complete head case I thought to myself. I made my excuses and went to buy a glass of overpriced but very nice wine.
I did later pluck up the courage to go and remind him that he had in fact asked for the gravy. He laughed and said he remembered. I think he then returned to his sausage and mashed potato dream and I went back and joined my friends.
'Ah yeah mate' he replied in his Lincolnshire drawl before sinking off into some daydream that involved sausages and mashed potato.
True to my word I contacted my friends with real jobs in England, ones who earned enough money to actually holiday in ski resorts, who agreed to purchase the gravy and bring it over. So about three weeks after the original gravy based conversation I returned to La Poste, gravy in hand feeling rather smug knowing how pleased they would be.
So I walked in and presented it with a flourish of 'I got you some gravy!!!', to be met by a series of very blank faces.
'Err thanks', the drummer replied
It hit me with a thud that he could not remember asking me to get this gravy and that I had, seemingly out of the blue, just presented someone I really didn't know that well, a rather cool musician who had tattoos and an ear ring, someone I was somewhat in owe of, with a jar of gravy. I must look like a complete head case I thought to myself. I made my excuses and went to buy a glass of overpriced but very nice wine.
I did later pluck up the courage to go and remind him that he had in fact asked for the gravy. He laughed and said he remembered. I think he then returned to his sausage and mashed potato dream and I went back and joined my friends.
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