Lord Bracknell
On fire
One of those odd things. This morning I found myself chatting to a geezer whose face was very familiar. He was very friendly and gave every impression that we had known each other for years. But I couldn't put a name to him. I just assumed he must be an Albion fan who I had probably met in the queue for a burger at Withdean.
But I couldn't remember his name.
Now the penny's dropped. He's that bloke off the telly. And a very nice man.
Guess who.
Roz took his photo - but that remains hidden for the moment.
But I couldn't remember his name.
Now the penny's dropped. He's that bloke off the telly. And a very nice man.
Guess who.
Roz took his photo - but that remains hidden for the moment.