I now have confirmation that I am eminently forgettable. *grin*
Walked past Dorothy Porter in the street today, smiled and stopped her. She taught me poetry for two semesters at UTS (admittedly in 1991 or something, but still) and I’ve seen her multiple times since at Melbourne poetry events where I have spoken to her and she has seen me read in the open section.
She had no idea who I was, just that I looked familiar. Re-introduced myself, chatted. She lives around the corner from my new place, apparently.