"Hi! Do you remember me? Have you got a show on? I'd love to see it."
And so, feeling like the toad I am, I hand him a flyer and watch him happily bound off to see Chav, the Musical.
Of course I remember you, I think sadly. Last time I saw you I was having sex with your ballet dancer boyfriend while you slept next to us in the bed.
Hmm. If he comes and sees the show, I'm going to feel really guilty. But if he brings his boyfriend with him...