I'll never forget a midnight hitch back from the pub on South Uist squashed into the back of a rusty old fisherman's van.
Tim Martin, the boss of pub group JD Wetherspoon, never allows an adversary to forget a mistake.
Forget a social care system that helps disabled people to build a life – meeting a partner, going to work, having a drink with friends in the pub.
Do not forget we are a pub and not a party political headquarters.
He still comes to visit on a regular basis, stays with old friends, has a drink in the local pub, never forgets a face and has time for everybody.
The idea is that your simple human mind is tricked into forgetting it is in a pub in Highbury surrounded by a temporary wooden wall, and instead thinks it is braced by the wind in Scotland, and adjusts the taste of the beer in your mouth accordingly.
He represents the sort of political figure destined to become a forgotten footnote, an answer to a pub quiz question, a guest on Gabby Logan's Flockstars.
The terrible scene that unfolded there two hundred years ago has been largely forgotten, although a local pub - The Holborn Whippet – brews a special anniversary ale each year.
Indeed this is even worse than when David Cameron forgot one of his brood in a pub.
In "Kindly Forget My Existence" two men, Doran and Eli, sit in a pub debating whether to attend the funeral of Maryanne, bandmate and long-estranged lover of both.
