A once famous Australian footballer spent the afternoon in our library. I was in my glass office when he walked out, and I was nice enough to give him a brief small as he walked by.
He did not respond. No reaction. Zilch.
Little does he realise that none of the students would have really known who he was, having been born since he retired. Revenge in itself, but he still goes on the stick list. No one ignores The Flamingo Dancer.
Anyway, I’ve shared dinner with better footballers than he.