I took the train into Glasgow on the weekend. There was a mum sitting across the aisle from me with her little girl. The mum and I got talking – the weather, the man speaking loudly on his phone farther down the carriage, that sort of thing – idle chit chat.
As they were waiting to step off the train at Bellshill, I heard the little girl ask if I was on TV. Her mother asked why she thought that, and she said, “Because she talks like the people on TV.”
What can I say? Fame is the cross I bear.