It’s been getting a little freaky recently. Only the other day, I thoroughly defeated Damon Hill in a race to a set of lights in Guildford, and just a couple of days before I found myself talking to Chris Evans and Billie Piper (an episode I unforgivably failed to mention on here – I humbly apologise, I really do). Which neatly brings me onto today’s lunch date with my good friend Simon B. He is a networker par extraordinaire, and knows all the right people, so it shouldn’t have come as any shock that both he and a lot of people he and I met that lunchtime seemed to know the guy who recently died sailing with Chris Evans. It was the main topic of conversation, with me vigorously defending the talents of Mr Evans, while many others fought my view with an insinuation that there was ‘something highly suspicious about it all”. And frankly, as I left Simon to his late lunch date with the local nightclub, casino and bar owner (and highly influential bod) Michel Harper, I really shouldn’t have been shocked to bump into entertainment veteran Bruce Forsyth, hurrying around a blind corner with his glamorous wife.
I could get used to this.
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