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I was walking through soho, when I saw a man coming towards me – I recognised his face, but Just couldn’t place him. He was on my side of the road, and had seen me looking at him, so I had to say hello.
“Hello mate, how are you?” I shook his hand enthusiastically as I tried desperately to rack my brains to remember where I knew him from.  Was it an office I used to work in? he wasn’t dressed in office clothes so I guessed probably not. 
“Are you working back this way again?” I asked, hoping his answer would give me some clue as to where I knew him from. I used to run a highly amateur open mic comedy night, maybe I knew him from that? Maybe he was one of the so called performers? 
“I’m doing something with a theatre company down that way” he said. He pointed deeper down into soho.  A couple of the ‘comedians’ had been actors, maybe he had broken through into serious acting? But there was something beginning to nag at me, I just couldn’t place where I’d worked with him or knew him from.
Then it hit me.  I hadn’t ever worked with him, he was an actor, an actor in the TV show Torchwood that I watched on TV (Burn Gorman) .  While I had been trying to place him, he must have been doing the exact same thing. Wondering where he had worked with me, that or this happened at lot with fans and he was being extremely kind.
Now I knew that I didn’t in fact know him at all I couldn’t speak anymore. My brain had totally frozen.  I panicked, and all that came out of my mouth in a squeaky voice was “Erm, erm, Torchwood.” And then I ran away.


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