once in the heady days before i had a real job and was temping i was doing letter writing in a large bank back home in sunny england... ...the unchallengingness of my job meant that i was partying pretty hard.... anyway one tuesday after a weekend of madness at a free outdoor party and a missed monday, i was shuffling in line in the staff canteen in recovery mode, when i saw this guy...he had distinctive big hair and i recognised him from dancing by the bonfire, never spoke or exchanged names, he worked in differnt department to me in the bank..... looking across our trays of mush, we recognised each other and gave the fight club nod....our secret life of partying acknowledged... this type of thing just happen to me??