When I was rushed into hospital in the summer a friend of Neil and Romp's, who works at the hospital, recognised me after briefly seeing me at the concert in Rhyddings Park.
Next thing I know Neil's at my bedside with a bunch of grapes, telling me all the Accy Web gossip, then Lettie's down from maternity, checking the nurses are looking after me properly.
Happily people in this part of the world do still care, and word usually spreads quickly if someone isn't A1.
I was just pleased I was on the heart ward, and not the clap clinic.
