I bumped into historian Dan Jones in the pub last night. I was several pints into an after-work session with some colleagues and recognised him at the bar.
I say ‘recognised’, I managed to remember the title of one of his books, but couldn’t recall his actual name and had to rely on one of the bar staff to prompt me, before I gushed about my admiration for his work. I think I actually addressed him as ‘Oh, it’s the history man!’.
He took my inebriated overtures in good part though, and seems like a really nice guy.