The station window at Westgate smashed this morning and the adjacent cashpoint inoperative with what looked like a credit card jammed into the slot. All in a morning's commuting perhaps but the main surprise today was on the train and reminded me of actor, Rik Mayall, in the 'New Statesman', when the taxi driver turns around and says: "You're that Alan Bastard aren't you".
In my case, it was the ticket inspector on the 07:50 to Victoria who said: "You're Simon Moores aren't you? I read your weblog. How are you getting on now you're a councillor?"
I suppose recognition is a fringe benefit or disadvantage of 'not' being an anonymous fictional character but it's nice to have people introduce themselves and make positive comments about the weblog as opposed to those who try very hard to stress the negative, either through personal animosity towards me or my politics.
Anyway, it's the 'Mayor Making' ceremony at the Winter Gardens this evening and as a Margate Charter Trustee, I apparently have to dress-up in formal robes - to be supplied -. I'm not sure quite what happens at a 'Mayor Making' but I'm sure it will be fascinating.