Summary
IT was as I took a break from the Christmas shopping to enjoy an espresso that I realised that the autograph hunter was vanishing faster than my bank balance.
A couple from the Met Office came to my table to ask if they could take a photograph! For their Facebook page! Yes, it's goodbye to the Bic and fag packet armed autograph hunter and hello to 'peeparazzis'. These are everyday 'peeps' who capture that special moment on film to place in the autograph book of today called ...Face. They say the camera never lies. That might not look like his handwriting but there is no mistaking the children's TV smile. My spider scribble now to be replaced by my cheesy grin, with your arm draped over my shoulder, and the Facebook entry "I thought he'd be taller". I left the cafe above the bookstore in Princesshay thinking that, for future peeps, I had best be ready. So I set about looking for a barber. Along High Street, past the Riddles, a nod and smile at the busker, then a bit of a zigzag and, just as I approached Cathedral Green, I saw the sign. 'Gents haircuts Pounds 6.50'.See the full content of this document
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Finding Nino
My regular barber on the Strand in Exmouth had taken a tumble an...
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