|Bane Kitty should destroy London.|
Me: Can you direct me to the thing?
New York: Sure it’s 3 blocks down, 2 blocks right.
London: Sure, it’s about half a mile down the road, then take a left at McDonalds, and follow that alley to the end but veer left when it forks. When you get to the roundabout take the third exit and go for another half mile. If you reach the Queen’s Head Pub you've gone too far.
What the what?
Since working in Soho for most of this year I’ve mostly eradicated most of my phobia of London. I won’t get on a tube carriage that’s bursting at the seems with the collective offal of humanity. But I’ll get on ones that I wouldn't have before. Progress! However in the place of one phobia a new one must rise! Celebrities!
I've seen around on my travels:
Layton Williams who plays Stephen Carmichael on BBC3's Bad Education
Andrew Scott who plays Moriarty on Sherlock
King of the Gays, Stephen Fry
and today Arthur Darvill who played Rory Williams in Doctor Who
All seemed perfectly nice and approachable, I'm sure they wouldn't have stabbed me in the face with a corkscrew if I'd have asked them for an autograph, yet my reaction isn't to politely ask if they'd mind posing for a selfie, or signing my tits; my instinct is to haul ass.
I wonder if it's a case of my mind thinking "treat people how you want to be treated" so I don't bother them? But then again if I were famous would I feel shitty if people weren't asking for my autograph of a picture.