It has reached the point where seemingly random people are starting to recognise me. I was out trundling near the Royal Standard this afternoon, when all of a sudden a man walking the other way says “Hi Matt.” I had no idea who he was, but apparently he knew me from when I drank in the King’s Arms in Charlton about eight years ago. That sort of thing seems to happen wherever I go: I bump into people who claim to know me, but whom I can’t remember ever meeting. It used to happen when I was living in Congleton  or Alsager, but  they were relatively small, compact places, so I find it amazing that I am now being recognised by random people here in the metropolis.