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"Are you John D Traynor?"
stood at Angel tube the other day and a French woman I'd never seen before came up to me and kissed me on the cheek and started chatting about her journey.
She carried on for about a minute, with me nodding politely, until I bit the bullet and told her I had no idea who she was.
It was deeply embarrassing for everyone concerned.
The person who recognised me wasn't some over-arty-pretentious-arty-posh-arty-type
Your logic is not present in your retort
did you not ask her how she knew you?
based on his normal attitude, that he was implying where the significance was in my thread.
Well, she is a KateGoes fan and she'd seen me at gigs and seen my gigs group thing
No clues on myspace
She and her friends were loitering outside the supermarket after it had closed
ARE you John D Traynor??
last night knew who I was, said "you're James", I was quite happy, "how do you know who I am ?" he said "I asked at the boxoffice what other photographers are in and they said "James" ", meh
On the other side of the coin I've been shunned by an old school friend who lives in New York. Emailed him to say I'll be coming over again later in year if he wants to meet up and he hasn't replied. I'd email again but I did last year before I went over and he never replied then either. On a scale of disappointment I'd give it a 2 but it's probably hurting me bad, deep down in my subconscious :( Not like I'm wanting to kip on his floor, highflying attorney that he is, I'd have been happy with a milkshake :/
his mum gave me it, she used to be my lawyer, and I googled him and used his work one this year. Unlikely they'll both be duds, such is life
this happened to me today.
A guy sitting with friends outside a pub. He recognized me and was very happy to see me. I had no idea who he was.
Maybe its a new unfunny game people are playing now.
He looked very hurt when i said i haven;t a clue who he is.
This is partially 'cos people know me from my gigs & stuff but mostly 'cos I've got a terrible memory for names & faces.
You're head of the class
You're a quarter back
Your mom says Im a catch
You're never last picked
You've got a cheerleader chick
in that I keep getting hooted from passing cars, a couple of times with people yelling and waving out of passenger side windows. At Summer Sundae a friend of a friend said he'd been asked in the cocktail tent whether they knew me by persons unknown (to me).
as last year at Green Man when someone ran up to me in a clothing tent and shouted 'you're restlessboy!' then ran of giggling. Then I caught up with her shortly after and asked who she was and she just giggled pissedly and told me off for falling asleep during Chris T-T at truck. Then I said she was aggresive and she just started ranting 'I'm not aggressive' over and over again.
I'm still not entirely sure who she was....
a diser in the street last week, whilst on holiday! he looked puzzled for a few minutes...:)
my brother tends to get looked at a lot, and some people have even taken pictures of him.
Apparently he looks a lot like some young French film star, but we don't know who he is.
Bet it's Depardieu....