Vaughan spotted a David Dickinson looky-likey this morning. This lunchtime, I could have sworn that Paul Merton was buying fruit from the stand outside the station. I had to look ten times before I could be sure that it wasn't Paul Merton. Only the small M&S bag of sandwiches finally convinced me that it wasn't.
For a while, I pondered the unfortunate nature of looking so like a well-known TV personality that people have to look ten times before desisting from autograph hunting.
Then I thought - if you bear a major resemblance to Paul Merton, why on earth would you get a hairstyle identical to his?
Meanwhile, Jon has spotted a whole random host of celebrities with street cred.
Furthermore, I don't think you spotted it in my entry yesterday, but I saw the Queen drive past me. What was truly remarkable was that a) this was only a few yards from where anti-capitalist protestors had gathered for a picnic, and b) that although she was clearly noticeable in a large Rolls Royce, with large side windows, and the Royal Standard perched on the bonnet, she was accompanied only by one marked and one unmarked car, and two police outriders. Although I am as Republican as the next person, arguably, more, it gave me a sense akin to comfort or even pride that on the day of predicted mayhem amongst Mayday protests the Head of State and one of the most famous people in the world was able to move about with relatively little fuss.
A sharp contrast with a day some two years ago when a HeWad of StaWte and GovernWment of an un-naWmed OverWseas AlWly was visiting and postioned his Secret Service agents all over Whitehall and St James's in an attempt to intercept legitimate Civil Servants en route to attending legitimate business meetings in Treasury.
Update: I quite forgot about Scary Duck bumping into Dale Winton and carrying Vanessa Feltz across Waterloo Bridge.
