My Showbiz Mates, No. 237
I saw Graham Norton the other day. I was walking down a barren back street in Southwark, and ahead of me a bloke was feeding a parking meter. Being the incredibly observant individual that I am, I completely ignored him as I approached, until I heard two girls coming down the road from the other direction go “Ooh, Graham Norton; I really like him.”
Graham Norton – for it was indeed he – continued feeding his meter, affecting a studied air of obliviousness, until one of these women piped up: “His new show starts next week.”
“This week,” he muttered, without looking up.
