See, I told you he was famous.
I guess the red coat and wellingtons are at the cleaners in readiness for the big day in four weeks time. I'm quite surprised he isn't too busy to take a day off at this time of year though.
If I hadn't been so 'star struck' I would have went and thanked him for the action man and the bike he gave me when I was about 6 or 7 years old. OK, if the truth be told, I actually wanted to apologise for falling off the bike on Christmas morning and bending the front forks. All that work he put into it and some clever little kid breaks it within an hour of unwrapping it, , , , you needn't laugh, what was I supposed to do. When you're that age and you suddenly realise the 3 speed Pouch Pathfinder can go much faster then you expected, the only thing to do is run into an immovable object, in this case a lamppost.
I still don't understand why the first lesson in riding a bike is how to make it go instead of how to make it stop. Never mind, the cost of the repair didn't seem important to me at the time and at least I still had the action man to keep me entertained until the bike was repaired. I wonder what kids would say these days if they got up on Christmas morning to find an action man and a bike waiting for them, even if the action man was the top of the range one with eagle eyes.