One of the unexpected benefits (maybe not the right word but stick with me) of a Facebook account is to enter your own name into the search facility and suddenly have a photo-montage of all the Steve Tilleys in the world (who have Facebook profiles of course).
Well we're in rude health, a pretty damn funky bunch I can tell you even if we do like having our photo taken on the loo or go to things called 'no pubes' parties.
It's slightly weird though and I begin to get a sense of how Dave Gorman felt tracking down 54 Dave Gormans. If all the guys (they were all guys but it may not have been the case) were in a room together and the name Steve Tilley was called we'd all say yes at the same time. Obvious, I know, yet strange to contemplate.
I am unique (you knew that) but what is a name?