After work today, there was a pub quiz in the bar downstairs, and Tony Blackburn was hosting. Sometimes, life presents you with the opportunity to write sentences which you would never expect to be able to write unless under the influence of copious amount of naughty juice.

After equipping my right hand with a free cider, I got confused with the questions from the quiz and wandered off to the middle of the room to meet said radio legend and told him he was the sane one in the jungle, and I also asked if he could make the questions easier. He couldn’t but never mind.

And I must go on record of saying only this: He really is a nice man who can talk a lot better drivel than I currently can in 5 minutes. He is an icon, and he has much to teach me, though perhaps given training I could parallel his abilities and lo, the heavens would tremble. It would more epic than the “Neo / Agent Smith” fight from Meet the Parents, or whatever film it was from.

After this most bizarre yet highly entertaining event, I was told that this type of event happens quite often where I work, due to the nature of the media world. Go figure….