Nick Grimshaw

Now, strapping, Ange, because I have a story for you.

Oh, crikey.

This comes courtesy of a listener named Hannah, who emailed us, dishawaitress.co.uk, by the way, if you ever want to email us.

Hannah said, Hi, Andrew and Nick and all the brilliant Dish team.

I just wanted to send a quick note as a big fan of the podcast.

I'm from Belfast and was visiting London with my partner when I had a moment so surreal, I felt compelled to share it with you.

We were wandering near Seven Dials in London when we noticed a bit of a commotion ahead.

A black cab pulled over, a bike on its side and a couple of escaped jars on the pavement.

The kind that definitely looked like they might have come from a waitress.

A very kind woman was helping another lady pick them up, while the man from the cab looked absolutely mortified, apologizing repeatedly.

It seemed he'd accidentally knocked the bike whilst opening the door.

I turned to my partner and I said, oh, she's all right, because we hadn't actually seen what had happened, just the aftermath of a little topple and a few runaway groceries.

As we walked past, the cyclist hopped back on, thanked the woman who'd helped her, and peddled off in front of us.

And that's when it hit me.

She turned her head slightly, and I suddenly stopped in my tracks, pointed out like an awestruck tourist, and blurted, completely dumbfounded, That's Angela Hartner!

What?

!

What, you were the... It was me knocked off my bike.

You were knocked off your bike?

Yeah, just before Christmas.