To start this blog post, I’d like to transport you (sadly, only in a metaphorical sense) to a party.
Picture the scene: the music’s blaring, the drinks are flowing, someone’s already had a few too many and is embarrassing themself... you get the picture.
As with any party, at some point in the proceedings you’re bound to run into one or more of the following:
Your best pal, who probably knows you better than you know yourself.
Your best pal’s new girlfriend/boyfriend, who you’re meeting for the first time and are under strict instructions to be on your best behaviour for.
An old acquaintance who you haven’t seen in years.
The guy who you’ve met ten times before but who always introduces himself like it’s the first.