Cycling along Redchurch, looking dappa as a red snappa, I stopped to look into a trendy store window; there were 3 stylish young dudes also perusing the merchandise.
One approaches me and in a French accent says, “I was checking out your pants earlier, who designs them”. I proudly handed him my card.
He tried to pronounce my name, “Sharpie?” I said, “No; Sharpeye”, pointing to my eye. He says, “Ah cool, I’ll check out your website and email you my blog details”.
I shook hands with the young gentleman, said, “Good to meet you” etc and we all went about our business.
Then I stopped and cycled after them, “Whoa, hold up a minute”. I lined them up against the wall, in order of height and took a quick snap shot. I then proceeded to show them the image, in unison “Wow, please send us all a copy.
I pointed my index finger towards myself, smiled and smugly exclaimed, “Sharpeye”. They smiled back as it sunk in.