Yep - it's another story told on behalf of a friend...
I've not met - or at least, not recognised - many celebs, and even fewer of them generated anecdotes. But I have a number of friends - I could stop there, couldn't I? - who have had encounters with the rich'n'famous that were a touch more noteworthy.

My friend V, whom I've mentioned on these pages in the past, spent a year living in Australia a while ago. She had a flat in a place called Kirribilli, which is on Syndey harbour: from one window in her living room, you got a view of one end of the bridge, and from the other window you got a view of the other end.

One day, she was out running. She had her stereo on, and, by her own admission, was in a world of her own. The same, presumably, could be said for the small group of male joggers coming the other way - certainly for one of them, with whom V collided.

They offered each other perfunctory apologies and carried on; but V had a sense that she recognised the man's face.

And then it came to her. She'd just run into the then Prime Minister.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 11:04, Reply)