My party trick is I can put a name to the face of every MP from the 2010-15 parliament. This was only vaguely useful a decade ago, and grows ever more redundant as time continues its remorseless march to the heat death of the universe. It may also explain my rapidly diminishing social calendar.
George Costanza on the other hand, the stocky, balding and conniving side kick on Seinfeld, had a more useful skill. He could name the best public toilet anywhere in New York City. Of course, this is not much help when 1. you live in reality and 2. that reality is London.
