Just phoned the garage to book the car in for a little spray tan having scraped it on the gate down the plot a couple of weeks ago. He asked my name then said and what make is the car? The phone went silent and the fellow said "hello you still there"? Just a minute I said.... its a, damn what is it? Its a flippin Peugeot that's what it is, Doh. Next thing I needed to do was ring the dentist to make an appointment, name she said which I duly obliged then she said and your "mobile number"? Couldn't tell her, I had no idea off the top of my head. Now I know what your thinking, nice but dim with a lack of brain cells? In the distance I can hear my work colleagues yell "what brain" in a surreal Dallas cowboy accent. I have always been like this, my mind seemingly doesn't want to store crap I'm just not interested in, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.