Yesterday, in Tesco, I bumped into Harry Shearer as I attempted to leave the shop at lunchtime. He is slighter than you would imagine and I am 6′ 5” so I was pleased that my barging past him had not damaged the Spinal Tap and Simpsons star. This is not my first physical confrontation with celebrity.
I have nudged into Ian Rankin in Forbidden Planet as he looked at Doctor Who DVDs and some years ago I went to see Club Zarathustra, a collection of comedy sketches which featured Stewart Lee, Kevin Eldon, and Simon Munnery (the latter in character as The League Against Tedium). This included a wonderful sketch based on the recovered Spartacus material (snails and oysters).
In the queue in front of my flatmate and me stood two comedians – famous for their TV appearances about football.
My flatmate nudged one of them and said, “You see that David Baddiel, that’s you that is”.
Said Baddiel harrumphed, loudly, and ignored my flatmate’s repetition of this phrase. My flatmate then turned to me and said,
“Have you ever noticed that that David Baddiel just isn’t funny without Rob Newman?”