As I waited for the tube in Ladbroke grove, a young girl with a rather colourful coat, tights and white boots pushed past me to hop in first. I thought "how bloody rude!" took a good look at her and realised she was the spawn of Bob Geldof, he who has been trying (in vain) to save Africa. she said opposite me and proceeded to study the map above my head with peculiar interest. It was pixie not peaches. the people in the carriage naturally stole glances at her, eventually the tube got to paddington where some guy sat next to her and started asking her rather personal questions about peaches. She said loudly that she now lived in new york at i couldn't get the rest. The bloke got off, then the pretty blonde next to her introduced herself and asked her to look at her artwork. Now why would a woman in her 20s studying at an art college gush at some kid who has just finished school? it was really important for this girl to get pixie's opinion. she said she just needed to know if she liked her work. I wondered what she would do if pixie didnt like her work, would she give up or what? bizzare.

Then on saturday "elliot" from Holby city came to my cafe for coffee. we had a new girl who was in training, i came back from my break to see a man waiting. I took one look and had to stop myself from doing a double take but he looked staright at me and smiled ...just a hint. I did the same and made his coffee again(because i knew it would be great!). i really wanted to gush and say "I love elliot" but i thought it best not to. The poor man was just out for the day and didnt need to be accosted. I do the same with carol thatcher who is always rather jumpy and all over the place.she always looks down as if trying not to be recognised but with her 2interesting2 outfits, you cant miss her.

I thought it couldnt get any better but yesterday an unshaven and rather dishevelled graham Norton decided to walk his dogs(with a friend) along the south bank. fair enough, fresh air and everything. When they got to the clink museum the one dog wouldn't budge. I was coming round the corner when i heard him say to the friend"um...is that a poo or a pee". The guy and in a highly cam voice and striking a pose said "oh definitely a poo!". so graham rummaged through his bag for a poo bag i guess and then one memeber of the public decided to congratulate him in a loud voice for picking up after his dog, calling him Mr graham norton as well. I think graham wanted to punch him but he couldnt because he had to scoop poo.

A rather interesting weekend seeing our so-called celebrities trying to be...civilians. Liz hurley's word not mine.:)