Yesterday afternoon, there I am at a local biker cafe, chatting with a girlfriend when I see a wondrous sight. Paul Hollywood in leather. Yum, yum!!!!
Our eyes meet (I try not to dribble), we nod, as bikers do, then I cut him dead (not really, but I had to look away before I opened my big mouth and said something stupid).
It was only later, when I mentioned how odd it was to see someone who looked so like him, that Mr B and all my friends realised I genuinely didn't realise it was actually him.
Apparently he's local too Everyone else knew.
And if anyone's interested, he rides a Ducati. I expect everyone already knows that, too.