Hello I felt very seen this week when I heard about Beyhan Mutlu, a Turkish dude who got drunk and passed out in a forest for long enough that his loved ones raised the alarm and search parties hastily assembled. Oblivious to the panic caused by his over-imbibing, Mutlu arose from his stupor and, in what one might describe as serendipity or sheer stupidity, attached himself to the back of a group of people wandering the forest - this group being his own search party. It was only when he heard his name being called out that Mutlu thought to inform the group that it was him they were looking for. Here our paths would have diverged. Had it been me, I would have probably spent a good ten minutes calling out my own name along with them before realising
Please please pretty please could you add My Last Tango to the setlist tonight?! Asking for a friend who would be in heaven if you did