Phew what a day! I've been tearing around London like a cat in an aviary. I felt like Ray Liotta form that scene in Goodfellas where he has to deliver the silencers to Tommy, then go home and stir the stew and then go and fetch his babysitter's lucky hat for the flight to Philadelphia.
However, my tasks were slightly different. I have no baby that I'm aware of, let alone a babysitter, I wouldn't even know how to begin making any meat-based broths and the nearest I've got to a gun was at Hampstead Funfair.
It only shot corks by the way.
Today I met three of the nicest individuals you could hope to make the acquaintance of. Admitedly I might be biased, but they really were all absolute diamonds.
My first 'greeting' of the day was of the actor David Suchet which took place outside the stage door of the National Theatre where he's currently performing, so off I went to Waterloo for my fourth meeting in that particular corner of London. Perhaps I should rent a flat there.
Which reminds me, I'm slowly bankrupting myself doing this.
I entered the stage door in good time at 1.00pm and asked a lady behind the counter if this was the exit that David Suchet would be emerging from.
"Yes," she replied with a scowl, "he'll be emerging at about 5.00pm this evening".
"Hmm, yes actually he's expecting me. I've got a meeting with him."
"Well in that case, he's there outside the glass door you came in through. You've just walked right past him." She let out a laugh and gave a sympathetic smile and I realised that we were in fact on friendly terms.
Anyway she was correct. In my defence, I would definitely have recognised David, being a big fan of Poirot, but he had his back to the direction that I'd approached from and was deep in conversation with a friend.
I believe his conversation may have been about bananas if my ears weren't mistaken, yet I promptly introduced myself without being rude enough to interrupt the two of them.
David was a gent. We had a brief word about London pollution, his friend kindly took the photo that you see and then we parted, with my latest greetee wishing me the best of luck and hoping that others engaged in his line of work weren't letting the side down.
I replied that they weren't, it was just those on my list who are engaged in different proffessions that I was struggling with.
This leads me to an idea. When this whole shebang is done and dusted and I get busy with a stats page, I might break one section down into 'successful meetings by profession'.
Just for fun and not, repeat not, for any type of witch-hunt. I've said it before and I'll say it again- who's this particular scrawny git (Michael's words) to criticise anyone?
(I think sports pundits and politicians are fairing quite well at the moment though)