Jessica's post over on Book Bar about her letter from Cherie and one she (Jessica that is, not Cherie!) wrote as a child to Margaret Thatcher offering her a kitten reminds me of something that happened here eons ago.
The Kayaker was about 8 and dithering about which football team to support and before he finally settled on Man Utd he had a dalliance with Spurs.He and Bookhound stopped at White Hart Lane on a London trip just so he could see the ground and buy a scarf in the shop etc.You have to feel sorry for us down here, it's football deprivation land in the West Country, we've stuck by Plymouth Argyle but success and any hint of glory is severely limited to the occasional F.A.Cup run.
At school on Monday it was show and tell time.Unfortunately the Kayaker, overcome by the moment, recounted the trip plus some glossy embellishment to a wide-eyed class.Added in was the fairytale elaboration that they had met Gary Lineker and he had given the little Kayaker his autograph.You must bring that in to show us all said the teacher.
That night I was mystified at this request "Mum could you just write Gary Lineker on this piece of paper?".
Eventually the truth came out and of course with it the dilemma.So that night one of the most perfect of schoolboy letters ever penned was written to Gary Lineker c/o White Hart Lane
Dear Gary
I'm in a big mess, I've told my teacher I've got your autograph and I haven't and now she wants to see it on Friday.
Please could you send me one very quickly.
By return of post came a much treasured note and Gary Lineker's autograph.
Phew! We luv yer Gary, you can do no wrong in this house.
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