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Once, I went on a moderately hippy holiday to a Greek island where you could do all sorts of classes. I took belly dancing, and it was me, ten other women, and a bloke who was clearly exploring his feminine side, as he dressed as a woman for the whole two weeks, and brought all his own sparkly outfits for the dancing. He was good, and it's hard for the guys, with the hip thing.

Six months later, I'm sitting in a meeting at PWC, with one of (and their huge, so they have loads of them), their Marketing Directors, all besuited, and he leans forward, and says to me, "haven't we met somewhere before?".

Didn't recognise him in his civvies.