I get to meet lots of people in my job from The Queen and Duke of Edinburgh through Presidents, politicians, film-stars and musicians.
There aren’t actually that many people who I’d like to meet; perhaps Sir David Attenborough but on the whole I don’t really understand the concept of celebrity and the people I admire tend to be a bit more substantial but likely not very well-known.
One of the very few I never expected to meet is the wonderful Stephen Fry.
I’ve watched Stephen Fry for decades on hilarious comedies such as Black Adder and more recently as host of QI though of course he has appeared in many more serious roles such as in Wilde. Mostly though I adore his books and his general being, wit and intellect which are all so sadly lacking today.
It was all ready a very nice day, the hated government of Boris (serial adulator, liar, alleged fraudster, criminal, incompetent, incoherent, imbecilic, trolley) Johnson had lost two elections the previous day and Oily Oliver Dowden Why has my MP and Culture Secretary Oliver Dowden left me to die? had quit as Party apologiser in-chief. It’s not just me who thinks he is useless, having spoken to hundreds of people about him, not a single one has a good thing to say about Oliver Dowden.
I met Stephen Fry 3 or 4 weeks ago on Savile Row, possibly getting a nice suit for his appearance on the Platinum Jubilee weekend. I have an almost photographic memory and have been medically proven to see in SuperHD and am just generally extremely observant and alert.
I said a quick hello to him on the street but as I had four tourists from America with me, it didn’t seem appropriate to say anything more especially as he was busy though he did say hello back which I thought was rather nice of him.
Immediately however, I wished I’d been able to say a little more and I resolved to do so the next time I should meet him and had been thinking such for 2-3 weeks. I didn’t have to wait long at all as last Saturday morning I was on my way to meet a family of tourists and was walking down a beautiful but often forgotten street in London when though wearing a hat and sunglasses.
I immediately lost my resolve and walked right by him with just a friendly smile. However a few seconds later I decided to double back and wondered what the worst that could happen?
It turns out Stephen Fry is just as delightful as I always imagined or indeed ‘knew’ him to be. Despite obviously being busy and on his way to someplace or other he happily paused whilst I lauded him with praise and gratitude for some of his books in particular.
When I asked if I could quickly a take a photo to remember the occasion by, he very kindly obliged.
It made my day and is still doing so a week or more later on. It was just nice to say what I wanted to say to him and I think going by the photo, he enjoyed our encounter too