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!
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