Staff was going nuts over danny mcbride being in the restaurant. Service sucked the entire night, you're welcome.
Edited by marblehouse - 12/21/13 at 4:25pm
I guess I see a fair amount of NHL players... but no one cares about that.
Many years ago, when I was still living in London, I went shopping at Selfridges with a mate. It was around Christmas, so fairly busy. As we were making our way up the escalators to the 3rd floor (that's the 'urban fashion' one, I think) we saw a fairly unkempt bloke with sunglasses, lim hair and blonde girlfriend in tow. On closer inspection it was ye olde hell-raising couple: Liam Gallagher + Patsy Kensit (mmmm, Patsy...). So far, so predictable, since this was London after all.
My mate gulped: "It's bloody Liam Gallagher!". I was adamant I wouldn't behave like a slack-jawed yokel: "Yeah yeah, keep calm; let's go." I casually started towards the next escalator, and my mate soon caught up with me. Liam and Patsy were still on the same floor as us, so I was sneaking a look, all crafty like.
My mate and I made it to the escalator, behaving like we saw rock stars every day and whatnot. I was already thinking, Patsy must have noticed how utterly cool I was; she'd most likely try to get my number. Somehow. Yeah, I was in! While I was rumminating over the prospects of the inevitable sexual adventure awaiting me, disaster!
Since we were both (or at least I was) concentrating on not looking at Liatsy (catchy, no? oh, OK...) we did not check to see if we were taking the correct escalator. We weren't; we made straight for the wrong way one. Like complete muppets, we both tripped and fell, limbs tangling, bags flying everywhere. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a look of utter disappointment on Patsy's face.
She never called.