Was killing time yesterday between interviews and decided to treat myself to a pie and chips from the shopping mall food court underneath Pitt St.
There wasn't much space, so I plonked myself down one of the few remaining tables, but was joined within minutes by a grey haired bloke about 64-65 in a knitted pullover (presumably a Christmas present).
Straight away, I just had a feeling that he might be a nutter. Well as it turned out, maniacal enthusiast is closer to the mark. When he learned I was from England he launched into a treatise about how Shakespeare was the greatest ever playwright, and how he liked British actors, particularly Albert Finney.
I was beginning to warm to him with his flyaway hair and his chunky fireside sweater when he dropped a bomb. "My favourite actor...." he proclaimed "...is John Nettles". Er...OK.
He went on, "I love Midsomer Murders. We get that over here." and then proceeded to delve into John Nettles's personal history "...did you know his mother was admitted to a psychiatric ward at 28 leaving him to fend for himself". I thought, " No.....but I know someone else who should probably be admitted".
Anyway, it turned out he was harmless and it's not every day you have a conversation about Bergerac whilst 10,000 miles away from Jersey. Nice old bloke. The kind of person who you might find in Midsomer come to think of it.
He should move there. At least if he got bumped off, he could rest in the knowledge his favourite detective was on the case.