I woke up this morning to find a text message from Anish Trivedi, banker, radio jockey, columnist, theatre person and all round high society guy.

It read 'My Play, Still Single, is on this sunday at st. andrews, 7.30 pm. Would be delighted if you could be there. I would be even more delighted if you would support the arts and buy tickets. But if you feel like being cheap bastards, will invite you. If you do buy tickets however, i'll buy drinks after. Anish'

I found this a bit odd, since i do not know Anish Trivedi and haven't the foggiest where he got my cellphone number from. Seeing an offer for free booze, however, prompted me to reply thus:

Dear Anish, my name is leo m and i don't know you from adam. You can imagine my surprise then, when i woke up this morning to find a message from you inviting me to your play. I will be delighted to buy tickets and come watch it, assuming of course that you do plan to ply me with plentiful, if inexpensive, alcohol post-play. The choice of location i shall leave to your discretion, but i am afraid the choice of drink (old monk), shall be mine. In anticipation of a favourable response, i remain, yours sincerely, leo.

to which he replied:

As it happens leo, we've met and corresponded. Which is why you got the message from me. You are clearly in need of alcohol, inexpensive or otherwise, to help jog your memory. I see this as an act of mercy to one in dire need. Of course once you see the play, your need will be direr! Come. Will buy the drink. Anish.

Excellent. Truly excellent.

UPDATE: So i'm back from the play. no free booze. i must say i'm quite disappointed. that'll teach me to trust rich people.