I noticed Zac as he stepped out of the Daylesford Organic Café, a favourite with eco-lovers, with his lunch in hand (no doubt it was both organic and had zero air miles). It was definitely him with those boyish good looks, tousled hair and effortlessly chic suit and crisp white shirt.
However my schoolgirl dreams were shattered as he turned around and it was not Zac Goldsmith at all but an imposter. My heart bleeds, I haven’t felt this dejected since Take That broke up.
Perhaps my mistake can be put down to my bleary eyed, windswept state or maybe it was simply a case of wishful thinking…