I can barely open my laptop these days without someone spotting me. Wherever I am, but especially when I'm in my usual workplaces, like my flat or at my local cafe, it's hard to get on with my work without being mobbed. I'll just be there, typing away, when someone shoves their phone in my face for a selfie, or perhaps they'll just sit behind me, aping me, in order they can tell their friends or post on social media about how close they got to Adam Becket.
Sure, I'm a bit of a giveaway, when I'm wearing my full Cycling Weekly kit head to toe, and I am working in public spaces, but that's my prerogative.
