Tuesday, November 09, 2010
know a rock star if it stared you in the face?
I got smacked in the face, sure, and I knew it was happening, but it wasn't a rock star.
On that. Yes. I got smacked in the face on the train, by a man whose face made me want to stick two chopsticks up his nostrils. It was an accident, he said.
Despite that, life is better.
My mother and aunt are arriving this weekend to stay with me for a week. So I have an excuse to do some Londony things.
Like watch a show. Take them to a market to buy hunks of meat and/or antiques.
Eat a curry.
And I just walked past Bob Geldof in my office.
He was striding past me, with an entourage behind him that I barely noticed, while chattering away to a colleague about this thing I have to present this afternoon, and after about 5 minutes he said, "I think we just walked past someone important."
Him: Not sure, let's ask someone.
Peas: I just walked past Bob Geldof talking about our internet project?