So, I met Cliff Richard last night. When I say 'met', I mean was in the same room as, and had my photo taken with (near) him. I was genuinely, non-ironically, a bit excited about it but thinking about it now I feel a bit sorry for him. 50 years or whatever of having your photo taken with complete strangers just because you're told to, being paraded around and having false conversations. He also reminded me a bit of my dad.
Despite my red carpet evening (Cilla Black was there too, of course) it was a relief to head home and find my housemate having a rehearsal of his folk band. Only a few more days of accordians and trumpets blaring into the small hours.
