On the streets of Cardiff, a week and a half ago, I actualised a long-held dream.
I was cycling in the sunshine, just past the Hilton hotel on my way through the city centre for some jumbo oats when I spotted a familiar figure – short, barrel-shaped, smartly dressed in black with round sunglasses, curly hair, and a black fedora.
“Colin Linden?” I said.
“Yes, yes it is,” he replied with a grin.
“Holy shit!” Continue reading