Massive embarassment on Saturday night.
We were at a party in Birmingham. About 11:30pm I wandered outside to where people were sitting round the remains of the barbeque. Someone had brought a guitar and people were playing and singing. Most of them were people who I didn’t know. Someone I did know said “Oh, Dave can play, let him have a go.”
So for the next forty minutes or so I attempted to bang out a few tunes that people would know. People were even kind enough to pretend that they recognised some of them.
Then a bit later on the owner of the guitar appears. And it turns out that he’s good. Very good. I remember why I never play in public and vow to never do it again.
And, of course, one of the disadvantages of being teetotal is that I can’t even claim I was drunk.
The first time I read this, I thought it was amusing in a “embarrassment makes me squirm” sort of way. Then I read your title and nearly fell out of my chair laughing at beauty of it.