Bridgend Railway Station. I was just collecting my tickets to go to London (again). And there were two women looking at me.
“Are you the Author?” one of them said.
Now this was a pivotal moment in my life – recognised by two female members of the public. I had made it! I’m a sort of z list celebrity. I wanted to relish this.
“I am” I said, and looked around to see what people’s reactions would be.
There wasn’t a single living soul to be seen other than me and the two women.