Not long since, in a cafe in Cambridge, someone came up to me and said, “Hey, you’re the cycling guy, aren’t you?”
I admitted that I was a cyclist – though I was concerned he had me confused with someone more notable, because in my experience that’s normally the case.
“Ah, what’s your name? It’s on the tip of my tongue.”
This is always awkward. I don’t want to tell someone the real answer if it’s going to be a disappointment, especially if there’s a chance that if I play it right I might be about to get the chance to pretend to be Sir Chris Hoy for five minutes.
But before I could say anything, he said, “Got it! It’s Bernard, isn’t it?”
So thanks for that.…