Last night I met six-time gold-winning Paralympic champion David Weir, who was signing copies of his autobiography Weirwolf.
With the event happening on a weeknight at 6pm, the Deansgate branch of Waterstones was quiet. I asked a bookseller what was happening.
“He's just having a cup of tea in the café at the moment,” she said. “We're just waiting for it to get a little busier.” She pointed to a short queue forming near a table. It's a shame, really, as watching Weir compete and win, and accept four gold medals at last year's Paralympics, was electrifying. You'd think the queue would go around the block.
I really enjoyed his races last year, and told him so when I met him. What a ledge!