I clocked Mr C at Inverness railway station this lunchtime.
It only struck me afterwards, but I really hope he realised that the attention I was paying him was me sussing out if it was defo him and nothing at all to do with his disability/mobility issues (I'm not sure what you say these days?).
I'm guessing he'd just travelled into the big city from his Helmsdale base.
I was worried in case he thought my staring was down to his issues, rather than me being the type that stares at celebs.
Had the occasional exchange via Twitter and seems friendly enough. If your minded to, the ‘Hungry Beat’ book gives a great insight into OJ, Postcard etc back in the day, once you get used to the format.