Don’t You Know Who I Am…?

Despite being quite a distinctive and hopefully memorable chap, I usually can walk around without anyone batting an eyelid (a situation I don’t mind at all) … yet, in less than 30 hours at this hotel, surrounded by various oligarchs, retired footballers and the occasional ‘what’s-his-name’ from TV, no less than a dozen people I had never spoken to in my life said ‘hello Tim…’ Continue Reading