Brad(s) Wright
Which one you ask? Well both of them actually.
It is not often you meet someone with the same name as you (unless you are called John Smith I guess).
Some time ago I started receiving mistakenly addressed emails for someone in Australia with the same name as me – Brad Wright. After some research I found his email address and forwarded the mails on to him. He was thankful and we kind of hit it off.
Well Brad was in London this week on business and we met up.
I arranged the meal, which is always dangerous with my (dis)organisational skills, but I thought I had done really well choosing a nice resturant near to where I thought he and his wife were staying in north London. It was a fair drive but I thought it was easier for me to travel as he’s a visitor and didn’t have access to a car etc.
Well for one reason or another I left with just enough time to get there but hit traffic on the M25 and was a little late. I emailed him and called the restaurant to make sure we didn’t lose the booking and they were very nice about it all but this was cockup #1 of the day, #2 as it turns out was that they were not staying in N20 after all but in central london in a private club – in my defense the postcode Brad sent was wrong and I had based my arrangements on this.
I am not the best at making small talk and the couple (Brad and his wife) were very kind and made conversation when I dried up. I was hot, bothered and on edge due to my own issues of hating to mess up (see cockup #1&2).
Despite all this, the company was delightful and we shared stories about kids and wives and work and hobbies and we had a surprisingly large number of things in common (he’s a Mac guy too!) and I wouldn’t of missed it for anything.
So here’s to all the Brad Wrights in the world. If they are all as nice as that one, we are all Wright.
PS. Anyone called Brad Wright reading this, please leave a comment – we’d love to hear from you – oh and I’m the one on the left!