Can you believe this shit

I've just come home from a media party at Demp.sey Road, and I am exhausted but I just had to note this down for posterity.

Ge.rrie formally introduced me to N, the reporter from the daily broadsheet who has never deigned to even look at me the past 25 times that we've crossed paths (and when I say crossed paths I mean sat in the same room and then huddled together in the same scrum of reporters interviewing a Very Important Person) but who upon first meeting Ge.rrie offered her a ride in his car and then promptly looked her up on Facebook and added her as a Friend.

Tonight, she brought him over and said, "You know Yasmine of course."

I quickly said, "We've met."

He scrunched up his face and squinted his eyes in an expression that was clearly meant to indicate that he was at that very moment ruffling through his internal Rolodex of faces and name cards but was coming up with nothing.

I said, "We've met at several events," and nodded a lot.

I suppose my persistence made him realise that he was not going to get away with pretending that we'd never seen each other before, because then he said, "Oh yeah, but we haven't formally met." And then he held out his hand.

Douchebag.