My life is full of tentative greetings in coffeeshops and lobbies. A nervous “I don’t suppose you’re such and such?” Or “are you the chap from the such and such.” Often baffled strangers smile nervously and shoo me away. Sometimes I’ll mistake the assistant or secretary for the boss. Or worse, I’ll make the mistake the other way around.
But there was no mistaking the man with the massive moustache.
South of West 