Funny thing happened yesterday: I’m sitting in Neal’s Yard eating lunch with my friend Kacy (that’s not the funny part). I start feeling a little mopey, staring out into the square in melancholy contemplation (oh angst!). I’m sort of trancing out, staring at this man standing in the square, totally in my own head, unhappy.

Then, I begin to snap out of it, thinking to myself, “Don’t be stupid, look where you are, this is London, you brought yourself here, and you are doing this.” This brings me out of my trance. Slowly, I start to recognise the man I have been staring at. And guess who it is:

Woody Harrelson.

That’s right, while I was sitting there, making myself miserable, I almost missed out on a genuine celebrity sighting! I’ve decided this was the super shiva enya god life force telling me to just shut up and let life live.

Cheers! …sometimes you wanna go…