I touched him, too. I was extremely ill-mannered and I took his hand, gazed into his eyes and said 'See you Tuesday'. He nodded and said, 'Tuesday'.
Jimmy took the photos. I put the camera on simple point-and-shoot, and he was trying to get a picture of me, next to Plácido in the car.Then some slightly unhinged woman started knocking on the car window, which in my book is bang out of order.
Jimmy says if there are any women on the internet who get pleasure out of these photos, he is available for weekends in various cities. We then went to a bar and Jimmy was going on about how nice Plácido is, how kind, and patient, and how he has such a pleasant smile, and isn't unapproachable and doesn't behave with celebrity ego. And I was, 'yeah, whatever...this is exactly what I've been telling you all these years'
Oh, and by the way, in case you're wondering, yes that is sunburn on my neck and upper chest. Sorry to everyone in Britain, but the weather was hot hot hot in Madrid, at least during the day. I was overdressed, and, it seems caught the sun. And we sat outside eating until 11.30, when it did start to feel chilly. And even chillier hanging around outside the stage door without coat after midnight. But still a lot warmer than Blighty. I had hoped my sunburn would have turned brown by midnight but I suppose I'll have to sleep on it.
