It was about 3pm yesterday when the ‘phone rang and Trout Fisherman contributor Iain Barr‘s voice crackled down the line.
“Good afternoon, Mr Prest,” he said. “This is the world champion speaking…”
(His tone, I must stress, was one of mock flamboyance. Whatever Iain’s flaws, pomposity isn’t one of them.)
As I put the phone down a few minutes later, it occurred to me that this was probably the only time in my life that anyone will say that to me, in any context.