Bite Me.
Everything happens for a reason. Of course sometimes the reason is that I’m a bit dim and make poor decisions. During the bored spell between Christmas and New Year I actually bothered to go through all my messages on Fab and delete the 99% that were dross, replying to the 1% that interested me. Among the messages was a 3 week old message from someone who had enclosed a face photo and basically messaged “this is me – let me know if you like it”. It’s not a message that would normally grab the imagination but the photo was of him with a bright red parrot on his shoulder, and the tiny thumbnail on my phone led me in my terrible eyesight to see it as the weirdest ever santa hat. I had a chuckle and messaged exactly that back, only to find the sender was online at that very moment. He told me he was free for a social drink that afternoon and in a weird coincidence I was also free and looking vaguely presentable as I was ready to go out for dinner with friends. We agreed to meet