Thank you, Roger! It's safe to post this picture now, since I'm totally unrecognisable today compared to how I looked back then... thank goodness!
Not that I was ever mobbed by Countdown groupies back then. The extent of my 'fame' manifested in my being followed round Woolworths the day after it broadcast. the elderly gent with a flat cap, spectacles and a splendid moustache never actually spoke to me, but everywhere I went in the store, his face would pop out at the end of the aisle, then promptly disappear again as soon as he realised I'd spotted him. He was probably trying desperately to figure out where he'd seen me before (something I know all about now that I am an elderly gent with a flat cap, spectacles and a splendid moustache... who couldn't tell you what I had for breakfast). I resisted actually the urge to approach him and provide a clue (my uncanny impression of the Countdown Clocks last five seconds). Hopefully the penny dropped before he forgot all about following me.
The only other 'fame' moment came a few days later whilst sat in my season ticket seat to watch my beloved St Johnstone. The guy that sat two seats away arrived to take his seat. The only communication we'd ever had up till that point was a mutual nod and and an "Aye!" before settling down to read our programmes. This time, however, he left his programme unopened and without looking at me said, "Saw you on the box the other day."
"Did you?", I replied.
"Aye!", sad he, "You were bloody rubbish!"
I couldn't argue with that, so I laughed (he didn't) and went back to my programme, and we never spoke again (I chose a different season ticket seat number the following year).
I was actually still in the game right up until the Conundrum (only one in those days) and I pressed my buzzer with only seconds to go, then blurted out a word I had just desperately made up. "TAWDREISH!" This brought a puzzled smile to my opponent, who had displayed utter devastation only a split second before, and she visibly relaxed as Richard broke the not unexpected news to me that I was wrong. I needed those points to win, so my one appearance duly ended, and she went on to become a Champion Of Champions, which made me feel a little better.
I'll let you work out what the correct answer was from the letters in my made up word. Like the late, great Eric Morecambe said to André Preview about the notes on his piano, I used all the right ones, but not necessarily in the right order.
It strikes me that I my have told this story before, possibly more than once. But as well as getting to that age where I struggle to remember stuff, I also tend not to give a toss any more.