Walking through the thronging masses attending the Wales - New Zealand game on Saturday, a friend alongside me, a journalist for a Scottish newspaper, spotted one man shambling towards us, all alone, clad in a battered red raincoat and with his hands dug deep into his pockets.
"Isn't that Rhodri Morgan?," asked my friend. And indeed it was.
"You don't see Jack McConnell wandering around Edinburgh on his own," he mused. "Certainly not wearing a filthy old mac."
PS Another odd Jack McConnell story will have to wait until tomorrow, when I can work out how to get pictures from a digital camera onto this thing.