I didn't leave work in time to meet kate_sith and Mr Brightside for
lunch, so I headed down to 'eat' at soho square to partake of one of
their fine duck wraps, only to have another brush with the dazzling
world of celebrity. Just as I was going through the door I noticed out
of the corner of my eye a familiar figure following me into the shop. I
wanted to confirm his identity so whilst carefully perusing the
sandwiches (merely a ruse of course - I already had my heart set on a
duck wrap) I snuck (sneaked? snook?) a sideways glance ... and I was
right, it was none other than superstar comedian Steve Punt (or
possibly Hugh Dennis, I can never remember which is which) from the
Mary Whitehouse Experience. You know. One of the ones that wasn't as
funny as Rob Newman.
Flushed with excitement, I went to pay for my wrap (after selecting a
packet of crisps and a chocolate chip cookie). But I was still nagged
by doubts. Was it really him? Then as I turned to leave I recieved my
confirmation. In his trademark whiny voice he said to the lady behind
the counter 'can I have a peppermint tea to stay please?'. No doubt
could remain in my mind. It was him. And apparently he was asking for a
peppermint tea just to grace the building with his presence. I made
haste to leave the premises.
And on the way back to the office I saw a man in a gorilla suit riding a bicycle.
epilogue:
Looking back at this entry it seems like I've been a little hard on old
Steve. Usually I'm a big supporter of the underdog, and I wish only the
best for ageing one-time tv stars. But I don't think I've ever forgiven
him for when he said that ostriches were mammals that bury
their head in the sand. Man I hate that guy.
twat.
