Lunchtime celebrity spotting
I'm being very good at the moment and taking lunch into work with me, usually in the form of a rice salad in a box. Today I had a meeting at a youth centre in Maida Vale, which finished at lunch time, so I stayed in the area and went looking for a park bench or similar with I could sit on to eat (much nicer than sitting in the office). I wandered into this posh area and found a little park where it was just me and the squirrels, and ate my food in peace. Then I had a look at the A to Z to find out the easiest way of getting back to Bayswater, and decided it was best just to head for Baker St and get a connecting bus from there.
So I left the park and went around a corner and there was this gaggle of papperazi people (is that the right collective noun, a 'gaggle'), who were standing directly in my path a couple of metres away on the pavement. I felt a bit awkward about walking straight through them, I got the impression that something was about to happen pretty soon, and that I shouldn't be in the way of it, although there was nobody stopping me from walking past if I wanted to. From what I could see, they had their cameras pointed at an estate agents, which I didn't really understand. Was someone important buying a house or something? So anyway, I hung back where I was because I was curious, but I also felt a bit silly, because I'm not interested in celebrities, honestly I'm not. So I pretended to be interested in the clothes in the window of the boutique that I was standing outside, and waited for something to happen, thinking it was probably going to be some B list celeb that I wouldn't even recognise anyway.
And then a door opened, not from the estate agent, but from the basement flat that was below it, and Madonna walked up the steps. It all happened very quickly, I couldn't see that much because of the photographers, but the shouts of 'Madonna' kind of helped to identify who it was. She got into a black car with a driver and that was it. But as casual celeb spotting goes, that's not bad is it? My fourteen year old self would be very excited about it all I expect. But I'm still wondering what exactly she was doing in that basement flat.
So I carried on down the road and came out onto Abbey Road, which I've never walked down before. I passed by Abbey Road studios on the right, with all the grafitti for John Lennon on the wall outside. And then I had to walk across the zebra crossing. I would have walked across it anyway just for posterity, but I did actually have to cross to get to the bus stop on the other side. Its fun what you can get up to during one boring lunch hour isn't it?
So I left the park and went around a corner and there was this gaggle of papperazi people (is that the right collective noun, a 'gaggle'), who were standing directly in my path a couple of metres away on the pavement. I felt a bit awkward about walking straight through them, I got the impression that something was about to happen pretty soon, and that I shouldn't be in the way of it, although there was nobody stopping me from walking past if I wanted to. From what I could see, they had their cameras pointed at an estate agents, which I didn't really understand. Was someone important buying a house or something? So anyway, I hung back where I was because I was curious, but I also felt a bit silly, because I'm not interested in celebrities, honestly I'm not. So I pretended to be interested in the clothes in the window of the boutique that I was standing outside, and waited for something to happen, thinking it was probably going to be some B list celeb that I wouldn't even recognise anyway.
And then a door opened, not from the estate agent, but from the basement flat that was below it, and Madonna walked up the steps. It all happened very quickly, I couldn't see that much because of the photographers, but the shouts of 'Madonna' kind of helped to identify who it was. She got into a black car with a driver and that was it. But as casual celeb spotting goes, that's not bad is it? My fourteen year old self would be very excited about it all I expect. But I'm still wondering what exactly she was doing in that basement flat.
So I carried on down the road and came out onto Abbey Road, which I've never walked down before. I passed by Abbey Road studios on the right, with all the grafitti for John Lennon on the wall outside. And then I had to walk across the zebra crossing. I would have walked across it anyway just for posterity, but I did actually have to cross to get to the bus stop on the other side. Its fun what you can get up to during one boring lunch hour isn't it?