On a festival, many moons ago, long before mobile phones were ubiquitous. Sharing tent camp with friends of friends that I was barely acquainted with. One early evening one of them got a bit too drunk and was left behind by his buddies, leaving my girlfriend and me to help him before our next concert was up. So he decided I’m his best friend for being nice and also that I’m much too nice so I deserve having my head bashed in, switching between the two with a few minutes of each. He was a muscle builder strong man type that did boxing. I was not. Was a tad stressful.

He was very apologetic next day but I decided to keep my distance anyway.