I'm sure a lot of Brit guys know about the role of a Wingman in modern society, or more precisely - in social circles, generally male but also female groups.

Now, on Saturday night on a mission for my friend I decided to accept the offer of being a noble Wingman for the hour. Divert attention from the Target, by taking care of the Protector.

It was a successful mission, but not for the Targetee, but for the Wingman. Due to the January abstinence from beverages of the strong kind, the Wingman's attention was 100% and the Target's misguidedness had led him to get the Protector and the Target mixed up.

Put simply, the Wingman went home with the Target. And therefore was no longer the Wingman, but the Legend.