If you see your name in a Sunday Sport headline, you can be sure something funny’s going on. It could be funny ha ha, or funny peculiar or, as in this case, both.
I’d been sent the article on my phone. The headline read as follows: “I make a GRAND A DAY cos they think I’m ADRIAN CHILES.” The pictures featured an all but naked man with his bits obscured. He looked a little like me. Gingerly, I expanded the image so I could read the text. As soon as I’d got the gist of the story, recoiling in horror, I pinched the page smaller again so I could read no more. I’d seen as much as I could stand for a moment.
