comms, that is so sweet! It is a source of grief to me that The Great Sir David will most probably depart this life before I ever get a chance to meet him. And that in the highly unlikely event of my meeting him I would instantly devolve into a pathetic, babbling mess incapable of pronouncing my own name, and that that humiliation would haunt me forever. Sigh...
pram, I have a confession to make; I am a middle class wanker who shops at farmers' markets and doesn't read the Daily Mail. But I do love pies, chips and gravy. So there. 
Welcome to the thread baking!