I went to a pub tonight. 6.30 – 7.30, too early for the good folk to be pissed, and twice, twice within this hour I got asked if I was this guy. The first lot even showed me a picture on their iphone, as if to prove it. It’s happened before too; I was once asked for his autograph at Prestbury Park ie Cheltenham racecourse: You are him, aren’t you? If only there was a market for the Pards impersonator.