The new Doctor Who

I did a disco last Saturday for a 21st birthday party, but with a mix of the host and hostesses friends (the oldies) and the birthday girl’s friends (the younguns), so it was a good mix. Everything went swimmingly; until right near the end when alcohol and hormones started taking effect on some of the younguns, and it being near the scheduled end time the hostess asked me to start winding things down to chill them out. This lad comes up to me, obviously the worse for wear, and asks for The Libertines, "What Katy did" - not something I'd normally play at the best of times. I explained that I'd been asked to quieten things down and that I wouldn't be playing requests at this time...not happy with that he stumbled off to find the hostess who agreed to allow one LAST request and that would be it. So off he comes back to deliver the news and he says to me, "You haven't got it, have you?" He turned to the by now small crowd and shouted to them, "HE hasn't got the Libertines. Who wants What Katy Did?" and he turned back to me looking all smug.

"Look mate, I don't actually have to prove anything to you..."
"You haven't got it. Oh my god...ha ha, you haven't got it".
I was dialling up the libertines on my iPod, used for carrying all the obscure rubbish that crazed disco fan boys might just ask for...I showed him I had it. "Happy now?” I said, looking at him smugly. I told him to get ready; I was going to play his request. He stumbled off, I played the Libertines.
Then, unbelievably, the guy who was competing with Pete Doherty in intoxication stakes came back up to my booth.
“Can you play the Libertines, What Katy did”.
“You what? I just played it”
“No, you haven’t got it have you? Go on, play The Libertines”
“You’re the new doctor, aren’t you”, I replied.
“Huh?” was the mooted response.
“The new Doctor Who. You’ve just got here in your TARDIS from five minutes ago”
Then disco boy’s mate comes along. He turns to him and says, “He hasn’t got the Libertines...he won’t play it”
“What?” said his mate to disco boy. “He just played it, five minutes ago...”
Disco boy just looked at me with the look of someone who was in a waking memory loss nightmare, and mumbled a “Sorry” as I high-fived his mate and played Frank Sinatra to end the evening and one of the funniest requests I’ve had in a long time!