The pit lane was abuzz with excitement as the good-looking Welshman wandered around. Apparently he was filming a sequence for Police Camera Action and I heard someone say he was going out with Katherine Jenkins.

How could I have lived my life for this long without knowing this man?

And then it happened; as I stared at the celebrity I did sort of recognise from somewhere, he came over for an interview.

"What did you think of it out there," Gethin asked enthusiastically.

"I went really fast," I replied, sounding not unlike a five-year-old.

"Great, do you agree with a 70mph speed limit on motorways," he asked, as though we’d somehow been leading up to that question.

Ignoring the curveball, I began to answer with all the common sense of a dazed badger.

By the end of it, I was hearing my voice advocating a semi-lawless Mad Max style society where people drove at whatever speed they fancied in jet-cars.

At some point I just decided to stop talking, looked at Gethin and said: "I really don’t know where I was going with that," to which he replied: "It’s all right, I think that all the time and this is my job."

But what about those treasured memories of this special day ?

Well, there were a good thirty pictures on the camera so there must be rich pickings.

Yes and no, there’s me talking to Gethin Jones, there’s Gethin walking, Gethin again, this time adjusting his jacket, there’s Gethin drinking coffee, there’s another one of Gethin from afar and there’s me with Gethin in the background.

In fact Gethin featured on 32 out of a possible 33 pictures. My only moment captured on film was a photo of me trying to squeeze my big face into a small helmet; one for the mantelpiece.