An Exercise In Triviality

So, I work right in the very centre of Central London at a place run to give musicians their royalties just up the street from the famous Sanderson Hotel. Ergo, I see the occasional famous person.

-On my first day, I came out of work just as Phill Jupitus from Never Mind the Buzzcocks walked past.
-I walked past Louis Theroux on Goodge Street last week coming back from lunch at Starbucks. I had lunch at Starbucks, I mean. I don't know or care where Louis had his.
-I nearly spilled coffee over James Nesbit at a Wardour Street Starbucks when I walked into him one morning. It was his coffee and it woulda been painful. I muttered a 'sorry' and slouched off in my usual 'fucking mornings!' way.
-Paul Nicholls walked past me a few weeks ago, fully bearded (him, not me) on the phone (him, not me) while waiting for the bus (me, not him) on Oxford Street.
-The bloke who played Jesse in Buffy The Vampire Slayer walked past me on Berners Street one morning, probably coming from the Sanderson.

None of this bothers me at all except in a 'hmm, pretty cool' way. I also occasionally see this guy who really looks like he could be Scott Gorham's son, but I don't know if The Man With The Girl In His Hair has children or if they're that old. This young man does look like him, though.

Anyway, I work across the street from the main building of the company, so I'm forever crossing Berners Street to go to the Post Room or the Print Room. On Friday, I did just that, and as I was coming out of the main building (I count myself lucky, by the way, to work in a company where they have giant pictures of Bowie and Queen etc up in reception), I could smell smoke. I came out and found that the basement of the building next to the one I work in was billowing smoke. I watched for a minute, trying to work out if my building was being evacuated. Nobody was coming out, I was daydreaming about Led Zeppelin IV making it as Classic Rock magazine's Greatest British Album, and when I saw the security guard fo the building, he said it was OK to go back in. So I did.

I go up and say "Hey, you know the bottom of the building's on fire?" and they all look at me like I'm insane. Then someone else comes in and says "Oh, there's a fire.... and the cast of Spooks is down there."

"Including that one, the one that played Mr Darcy?" says I.

"Yes. Didn't you see them, they were right behind you."

I rush out to look out the window. Long gone, of course. I came this close to meeting Darcy and didn't because I was distracted by fire and Teh Zeppelin.

At least I've got my priorities straight- if I missed Plant or Page because I was daydreaming about sodding Darcy, you know there'd be something wrong.

An Exercise In Triviality

So, I work right in the very centre of Central London at a place run to give musicians their royalties just up the street from the famous Sanderson Hotel. Ergo, I see the occasional famous person.

-On my first day, I came out of work just as Phill Jupitus from Never Mind the Buzzcocks walked past.
-I walked past Louis Theroux on Goodge Street last week coming back from lunch at Starbucks. I had lunch at Starbucks, I mean. I don't know or care where Louis had his.
-I nearly spilled coffee over James Nesbit at a Wardour Street Starbucks when I walked into him one morning. It was his coffee and it woulda been painful. I muttered a 'sorry' and slouched off in my usual 'fucking mornings!' way.
-Paul Nicholls walked past me a few weeks ago, fully bearded (him, not me) on the phone (him, not me) while waiting for the bus (me, not him) on Oxford Street.
-The bloke who played Jesse in Buffy The Vampire Slayer walked past me on Berners Street one morning, probably coming from the Sanderson.

None of this bothers me at all except in a 'hmm, pretty cool' way. I also occasionally see this guy who really looks like he could be Scott Gorham's son, but I don't know if The Man With The Girl In His Hair has children or if they're that old. This young man does look like him, though.

Anyway, I work across the street from the main building of the company, so I'm forever crossing Berners Street to go to the Post Room or the Print Room. On Friday, I did just that, and as I was coming out of the main building (I count myself lucky, by the way, to work in a company where they have giant pictures of Bowie and Queen etc up in reception), I could smell smoke. I came out and found that the basement of the building next to the one I work in was billowing smoke. I watched for a minute, trying to work out if my building was being evacuated. Nobody was coming out, I was daydreaming about Led Zeppelin IV making it as Classic Rock magazine's Greatest British Album, and when I saw the security guard fo the building, he said it was OK to go back in. So I did.

I go up and say "Hey, you know the bottom of the building's on fire?" and they all look at me like I'm insane. Then someone else comes in and says "Oh, there's a fire.... and the cast of Spooks is down there."

"Including that one, the one that played Mr Darcy?" says I.

"Yes. Didn't you see them, they were right behind you."

I rush out to look out the window. Long gone, of course. I came this close to meeting Darcy and didn't because I was distracted by fire and Teh Zeppelin.

At least I've got my priorities straight- if I missed Plant or Page because I was daydreaming about sodding Darcy, you know there'd be something wrong.