Eat your heart out, Ryan O'Really, (I wanted to say "suck my weathercock", but my parents might be reading this), there's only one true regional weather fan in this 'hood (neighbourhood, not rainhood), and you're looking at him. Well, you're reading his blog. I never was much good at triumphalism. Anyhoo...
Yes, it's true, I have Julie Reinger's autograph. My life is complete.
Following the principal of six degrees of separation, I realised that Jules and I are practically related, so I sent out feelers into the murky underworld of the Suffolk establishment, via my mother, who is rumoured to be in love with the minister of Capel St Mary Methodist Church (but you shouldn't listen to gossip), and on to Maddie, wife of Paul, the organiser of the Merchants of India fashion show at the church in Capel on Saturday, attended, in all her meteorological glory, by Ms Reinger herself.
I duly returned from Brighton this afternoon to find that mission impossible had been accomplished. Note the personal dedication. Note the informal sign-off 'Jules', indicating a close personal friendship. And note the smiley sun, suggesting an unhealthy obsession with the weather, and possible psychotic tendencies.
Did I mention that I was only allowed to have this autograph on the condition that I'm nice to Julie on my blog from now on?
Anyhoo, I was pleased to have obtained this sainted signature without having to actually meet the woman, but my delight was tinged with sadness that my explicit instructions to have Julie sign the dedication "To my number one fan, Phil, lots of love, Julie", seem to have got lost somewhere along the line. I'm also unsure whether Maddie successfully passed on my website address, but hey, you can't have everything. The important thing is that Jules and I are like that.*
* Hold up your right hand and cross your first two fingers as you read that.
I wonder how much I can get for it on Ebay..?