Brave Sir Robin

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum. And bother.

A few days ago we learned that, because of the Motor Show being held this week at the NEC, Omally was going to be up in our neck of the woods. Never being averse to meeting fellow SimonGophytes, I got his mobile number, discovered which hotel he was staying at, and arranged that Ned and I would meet him for a drink on Thursday evening. We were looking forward to whizzing up the motorway tomorrow and paging ‘Grace Omally’ in the relevant hotel. So I rang him this evening to confirm a time, and he’s not going to be there after tonight! Grrr!