One of the most wonderful things that happened recently came on a night at the Clubhouse.

I went in to sell a few copies of Other People’s Granddads –
Looking around the bar, some of the chaps realised that one of the men in the book was sitting, having a pint, at the other end of the bar.

Two of the fellas asked the barman for a pen, and practically ran at him, insisting on his autograph above his story. He obliged with the biggest smile splashed across his face. I’ve never done a book-signing but, if my buddy’s face is anything to go by, I’ve got a treat in store for me.