I quite a few celebs when I lived in London, I used to work near the Arsenal ground and Ronnie O'Sullivan used to live round there (don't know if he still does) and I used to see him frequently just walking to and from the tube or the shops or wherever. The month I moved to Sheffield he was playing the championships at the Crucible , walked past me and gave me a brilliant "what the fuck are you doing here?" look.
One night I'd gone a bit too far on a mid week bender for my mates birthday and lost count of how many pills I'd gobbled up, after phoning my newly ex boyfriend at 7am in an existential crisis he'd come round to help soothe me to sleep, I woke up a few hours later to the sound of the estate agent letting himself into the flat to do a viewing. I stumbled into the hallway apologising that I'd forgotten, asked for 5 mins to get straightened up and I'd wait outside while he did the viewing. I looked at the strange women in the mirror whose face looked like a Picasso and held onto the walls blinking into the bright sunlight to discover Mike Leigh stood about 4 foot away, cameras, lights, huge trucks ... I actually did a cartoon rubbing my eyes to check i wasn't seeing things. They were filming Happy Go Lucky. It was a very surreal moment on a very surreal morning. I finally reconnected with my core self on the no.73 bus from the Angel when David Bowie came on my Creative Zen and like peter pan being reattached to his shadow I was once again complete. God i miss my youth/don't do drugs kids.