I went to the chippy tonight because it’s Saturday and I couldn’t be bothered cooking. Guess who was in front of me in the queue? Go on, guess.
Oh, alright, it was Billy Connolly.
In. My. Local. Chippy.
Which reminds me, I was walking to work the other day and I could have sworn Robbie Coltrane drove past me in a Cadillac. And I saw the bald bloke who played the bank manager in City Lights, on Byres Road not long ago too.
None of them recognised me. Not that they let on, anyway.