On the Tube on the way back to Waterloo tonight, who should whack me with his laptop case in passing, but Phill Jupitus?
And spookily, I had just been thinking about the last time I saw him on the Tube, wondering if he travelled on that line much. And as if in response to my pondering, there he was, on the Tube, in my carriage, accidentally brushing my leg* with his laptop case.
Other news: Boy am I tired.
That is all.
*I exaggerated when I said he whacked me.
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I once barged past Esther Rantzen in an effort to hold a door open for her.
She gave me evils.
Bitch.
Celebrities. They're all the same.
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