There was a guy Charlie in my hometown who I scrapped with regularly, I had to always be on the lookout because he wouldn't announce himself before he attacked, I usually got the better of him which is why he was always after more - to get his revenge. He would vanish to the Gents and come back with a tool, he had 'me hidden in cisterns in the main (rough) watering holes. Couple of decades later I'm heading with a mate to Amsterdam for a chilled weekend. Who should appear in the queue getting off the plane but Charlie, who I'd already told my companion about many times. Charlie showed us where a good bar was, we played pool, got drunk etc. Then just as we were walking out of the bar to find next bar/club, Charlie said oh hold on a mo I've just got to pop in to the loo. Charlie had already said he's a regular at that bar. So I said to my mate let's run, we ran about 2 miles to a hotel and I was shitting myself at next bar that he'd turn up armed. Didn't see him tho, thank heavens. Blast from the past.