I'm just back from Waterloo where I reclaimed the suitcase I left on the train yesterday.
The guy in the lost property office was very chuffed to meet me. "Are you Bill Buckley, the radio presenter?" he asked. I confirmed this, with my best approximation of a modest shrug.
"Oh, I really used to love listening to you in the night on LBC," he gushed. I thanked him.
"And wait until I tell my parents I've met you! They were huge fans of yours when you were on BBC Southern Counties." I muttered something about that being very nice.
"Right, I've got your case here," he continued. "Do you have any form of identification?"
"But you know who I am!" I protested.
"Oh yes, but I can't hand anything over with some form of identification."
A credit card, carefully scrutinised, sufficed.....
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