It was a rainy tuesday night, and you were out drinking at a pub with a few friends. You'd just been to see a band you quite liked, the Arctic Monkeys, on their tour of their seventh album. You were all sat at the bar, your knee socks clearly on display, as a familiar face walks in through the door. Alex Turner.

Hours of drinking with your friends later, a tap on your shoulder takes your attention from none other than Alex Turner himself.

"Err, Hi. Im- I'm Alex, uh, what's your name?"