Perhaps you've found this blog through yesterday's article in the Leicester Mercury. If so, you're most welcome. (Actually, you're all welcome, whichever way you found your way here).
Last week I was photographed and interviewed but I didn't know when the story would appear.
Then last night I queued for the cashier in the local petrol station. The assistant looked me up and down and said, "You're Simon Harvey!" This sort of thing doesn't happen to me, so I was taken aback. How did he know my name? I was confused and my mind raced. What could have given my identity away, before I'd even handed over my card to pay?
"You're in the paper. You're doing a long walk, aren't you?"
I laughed and thought that this amazing student of the local news was rather wasting his time in a petrol station with a memory like his. Did he really remember a small article on page 11 in detail? It seems he did. We had a chat, I paid up and said goodbye -but only after I'd bought a paper.
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