A PERFECT STORM

I was on a run when these kids started chasing me, screaming with excitement. When I stopped, they handed me paper and pens, and asked for my autograph. Wondering where this newfound fame had come from, I started signing, making celebesque conversation as I did. There was a moment of awkward silence when I handed the papers back, until one of them asked, “Oh, so you’re not Stormzy, then?” RICHARD, 28, BOXER, LONDON