To be clear, I don't mind whether we meet or not - I simply wanted to make nice. But as I said, I will not be called a liar. I met you at the December drinks downstairs at Boho. Clearly either I'm not terribly memorable, or you were too drunk to remember, I've PMed you the details to jog your memory but you're still denying it. Hey ho. I'll go on Jeremy Kyle if you like. I'm choosing to think that you genuinely don't remember rather than are deliberately telling lies about me. It's a real pity you can't extend that same courtesy. Edited because people are right and all this "he said, she said" crap is unedifying in the extreme - my righteous indignation got the better of me - but I am keen to rise above the playground and make peace.