Sleb spotting
One of the perks of living in That London is the occasional moments when you walk past someone and think "Blimey, that was him/her off the telly!" January has provided in spades...
David Mitchell, crossing the road at Ludgate Circus, with a quite hideous scarf.
Bill Nighy, walking past Sea Containers House and chatting to a girl young enough to be his daughter (quite possible actually his daughter) while waiting for the person on the other end of his mobile to pick up, and then saying "Oh, hello, it's Bill Nighy here..."
John Parrott, getting his snooker cue from a cupboard and then going into the gents (admittedly, this was at Alexandra Palace while the Masters was on, but as we were there for something else, I think it counts). He's a lot taller than you'd expect.
Hazel Irvine, walking up the stairs to the gents, presumably looking for John Parrott (ditto). (Apart from being a lot taller then you'd expect.)
Phill Jupitus, hanging around outside the Palace Theatre looking very very cold.
I suspect that the bloke I keep seeing on the tube who looks just like former Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams is not actually him; I don't think Rowan Williams reads Andy McNab.
David Mitchell, crossing the road at Ludgate Circus, with a quite hideous scarf.
Bill Nighy, walking past Sea Containers House and chatting to a girl young enough to be his daughter (quite possible actually his daughter) while waiting for the person on the other end of his mobile to pick up, and then saying "Oh, hello, it's Bill Nighy here..."
John Parrott, getting his snooker cue from a cupboard and then going into the gents (admittedly, this was at Alexandra Palace while the Masters was on, but as we were there for something else, I think it counts). He's a lot taller than you'd expect.
Hazel Irvine, walking up the stairs to the gents, presumably looking for John Parrott (ditto). (Apart from being a lot taller then you'd expect.)
Phill Jupitus, hanging around outside the Palace Theatre looking very very cold.
I suspect that the bloke I keep seeing on the tube who looks just like former Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams is not actually him; I don't think Rowan Williams reads Andy McNab.