One of Stacy Aumonier's best loved short stories, telling the story of a surprising evening with Colin St Clair Chasseloup: "the kind of man who always looked as though he had just had a cold bath, done Swedish drill, and then passed through the hairdresser’s on his way to your presence." Chasseloup and the narrator are dragged along by their wives to a concert which interests neither of them. Both men make their escape from the concert, and decide to go for a drink, forgetting that it is a Sunday night and the pubs are closed. A dramatic, hilarious plot twist—and a revelation of the intriguing complexity of Chasseloup’s character—follows when Chasseloup becomes the victim of a bizarre case of mistaken identity.
