Editor's note: This is the first of a two-part series. For Part II, click here.
I was at the checkout of my local supermarket last week. The spotty youth on the cash till inspected my charge card and without looking up asked, "You Vic Barlow then?" Rather pleased to be recognized I replied in the affirmative.
"You write for that magazine don't you?"
Bristling with pride I replied, "Yes, that's me."
"And all that radio stuff on Silk FM, you do that as well?"