I was amused to see my name had acquired an extra 't' in the key accompanying the photo of York House 1963. This has happened to me regularly throughout my life; on occasion watching someone writing my name just after I've spelt it out emphasising 'one t'. At one time I even thought of changing my name to the alternative(!) spelling. However one episode reconciled me to my fate. I was visiting London on business when I discovered that Jacqueline Bisset was staying at the same hotel. As nobody knew me I approached the reception desk and asked them to ring her room and tell them her cousin was downstairs. I must add that, though our common name meant that our ancestry must have met somewhere on the family tree, cousin was a bit of an exaggeration. The receptionist asked to see my identification and then rang Jacqueline's suite. Her minder answered and asked me for me proof of my identity; telling me he was keeping the journalists at bay. "Tell her it's John Bisset with only one t, I'm sure she'll understand." Which is how I ended up drinking a cocktail with a famous film star commiserating on a common annoyance. I think she appreciated my ingenuity or, perhaps my bare-faced cheek!