Brief Encounter-made in W1 Tuesday, 13 May, 2008

I love working in London W1. Ever so posh. Just an hour ago, I popped out for some lunch and walked in straight in front of a camera. Phil Tufnell was reporting on a new event happening nearby. Probably for the BBC ONE Show. I don’t know. Well, we said ‘hello.’ Can I say he is such a nice guy in da flesh as he is on telly? Yeah, he really is. Not that he is the first - or probably the last - famous people I have seen in W1. Ohhh nooo. In no particular order, Prince Charles, Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen, Giorgio Armani, Richard Gere (my God, gorgeous), Keanu Reeves, Gordon Ramsay (so hot) and several journalists, policitians and TV presenters. Phil’s hello almost make up for my Black Monday. Or actually, it does make up, let’s be generous here. He is Mr Nice Guy, after all. The only dowside of these encounters is that you can’t ask for autographs or a photo snapping (is this too chav, hey?). They are all surrounded by an army that keeps people like me at bay. (No Madam, you can’t kiss Gordon Ramsay, no way), (Mr Gere is not available for pictures right now). Ah well, I have to be content with admiring them, close up or from a distance. No touching. In the case of Prince Charles, I consider this to be a blessing. No offence hey, but the man doesn’t exactly enthuse passion. Not to me anyway. Still, I haven’t yet given up on the idea that one day I’ll catch Gordon Ramsay by surprise and steal a kiss. Have to jump from behind though, which is not easy. This needs more planning, I suppose. Right, back to work. Day dreaming, not about Phil Tufnell (hello mate), but about grabbing Gordon Ramsay and…