I’m all but getting a habit for meeting random TV people, now. I was in London yesterday with Stevie, went to see a show. So we’re walking down the street, and I happen to look in the window of Browns reasteraunt. Don’t know what street it’s on – somewhere near Charring Cross Road. Anyway, we walk past, and my brain ticks as I see someone inside.
‘Hold on, lets just walk that bit again’ I say to Stevie, and we retrace our last twn steps or so. ‘Keep an eye on that window…’ We walk past again and I get a proper look. It is who I think it is! It’s Catherine Tate.
She seemed loverly, and I feel bad now for gatecrashing her lunch. Still, made my bloody day, that did!
Will




