If I know you, I’ve probably lied to you - or at the very least misled you. And it’s time for me to own up. The second time we met, I probably didn’t recognise you, but pretended I did. You see, I’m bad with faces. Really bad with faces. It’s also called prosopagnosia.
Which isn’t a good trait for a journalist. So I bluff. All the time.
As well as the practical problems - and opportunities missed - failure to recognise somebody invariably causes offence. A few examples:
• The time I had lunch with somebody, then introduced myself to him again the next day.
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