Playing games

I first posted this on my earlier ‘Sightlines’ blog on 17th March 2006. I was struck on finding it again that it is very similar to something that happened to me at a gig in 2019 that I wrote about heare in an early post. You see, these things keep coming around.

 

At a gig on Saturday – dark  room. Walking through the audience.

 

A guy starts talking to me in an odd way, I recognise his voice. I said:

 

“Is that “X”?)

 

“Yes - so you worked it out in the end then”

 

 

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