Simon
was walking along Walton Street in Oxford as I was cycling past. I
turned round to catch up with him, but he had disappeared into the
Jericho Tavern. Not wanting to give up so easily, I locked up my bike
followed him inside. Luckily, he was standing at the bar straight in
front of the door, so I explained what I was doing, and asked him why
he wore Che. “Because he’s an icon, and he stands for
revolution.” I asked if I could take a couple of photos, perhaps
outside so I didn’t have to use the flash, which he readily agreed
to, saying — “I feel like a movie star or something.”
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