I've lived in London for nearly a year now and while my housemates are busy falling over Pete Doherty in Soho, the only famous person I've spotted was Rob Brydon. There's no excuse for this as I work a mere stumble from Soho, Noho and the other ho's so randomly littered around Berwick Street.

This might well be due to the fact that when I walk along I either stare at my feet in case I fall over the pavement, or so straight ahead that I can't see anything that isn't in my direct eyeline. But today! Today I walked past human hair-stack Russell Brand while I was going into Soho House. Admittedly he was standing still and about two inches from the front door - still, I've finally got a good spot.

(Also. Clarrie's "Oh Eddiiiiie" has now replaced Ruth's "Aw naaaaaw" as the most annoying catchphrase in The Archers. I'll rip her fictional tongue out of her head if that sodding son of hers doesn't turn up soon.)