A small handful of people told me after last Sunday's Great North Run that they tried to spot me on TV but couldn't.
So, last night, kids in bed - Vanessa was out on the drink - and very, very bored, I decided to have a little peak myself.
Now, I am not the type who gets a kick from looking at myself. Indeed, it is one of several reasons why I hate shaving in the morning. But, you know, I was curious.
And after spending a few brief moments on Sky+, I must respectfully ask those kindly folk who did try to find me, are you f****** blind?!
For example, there I am above.
What do you mean you still can't see me?!
Hold on.......does this help?
Yes it IS me! Hold on again..........is THAT better?!
In fact, there I go again!
I think I'll leave it there in case Mo Farah gets jealous.
