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Cycling through the early morning empty streets of Otley wondering just what sort of a show of swans would greet me as I cross the river and I see a man jogging slowly, coming towards me on the other side of the road. He’s all dressed in black and looks like it is quite a struggle. Its more a stagger than a jog. He’s thin as a rake. There’s a certain amount of concern in me for his well-being and I slow a little…he sees me and waves slowly, then flicks a thumb in the air and pulls a face, that I think is meant to indicate a cheery wink and all I can think is “That’s Bill Nighy…jogging.” I move on and wonder if I wasn’t mistaken…it can’t have been Bill Nighy jogging in Otley. Of course it wasn’t. It was Christopher Walken.

Did I ever tell you about the time Charles Manson got on at our bus-stop.