Look at the comment here. Matthew Taylor, Matthew TAYLOR?
Surely this is the big time. When people who read your blog NEARLY know your name.
This is nearly as bad as an incident at the Royal Ag. College in Cirencester last month which I have been meaning to write about. I was at the bar and a student came up. "Hey, aren't you the chap who writes for the Farmers Weekly."
He probably didn't say chap, actually, this not being the 1920's. This whole saying "chap" habit is something that I've picked up from Ian Pigott - they all talk like that in the Home Counties.
In fact this student definitely wouldn't have said "chap" ; he was only a youth . He would surely have said, "Hey, aren't you the DUDE who writes for the Farmers Weekly." Or probably he said "turd" and I misheard him. Anyway this is of zero relevance to the story.
So, back to the bar. I'm standing there basking in my celebrity, feeling pleased with myself, looking rather smug and nodding with fake modesty. Then the youth follows it up with, "Yes, I just said to mate, look that's Hugh Broom over there."
At least he didn't say Heidi...
haha,your witt and humour just keeps coming - i am actually laughing here!
Hows it going down there- all well??
Matty
It could have been Boy Bedford
I had a basking moment in my new found celebrity status in a pub in Worcestshire the other day. It was very embarassing. I was chatting away when suddemly the girl shrieked a very shrill noise, put her hand over her mouth, started waving a hand in front of her like an oriental fan and then said she couldn't believe it was me, that chap (she did say chap Matthew, she was wearing tweed) from FW. Obviously I had to calm her down by purchasing a drink from the bar.