How far we've come.

So I met a rather delightful young Irish (or was he Scottish?) gentleman on a train to London after striking up a conversation about the "A Chorus Line" book I was reading (another story, another time...).

We played the "guess each others name after we have been talking for a while" game. He was a dead ringer for a Brian. Me, Roisin (Row-sheen).

Martin (Brian) has since pointed out that my trip has been rather Nazi themed and thought I should keep this contest in mind for future pursuits...