Went to London. Saw Clive.

16 November 2007

Yesterday I fell out of bed at EarlierThanUsual o’clock and headed to London among commuters who do this GettingUpEarly business every weekday. More fool them. John had requested the (great) pleasure of my company to help him take photos at a management conference. The content of which was just as thrilling as you think.

However, during a break there was some Minor Celebrity Excitement. In setting up the auditorium a disembodied voice came over the speakers. The morning lecturers had been miked up and it was assumed that one had wandered off without turning off his mike. But wait, that’s traffic we can hear – he must be outside.

Then John recognised the voice. It was Clive Anderson. He wasn’t one of the speakers, but the sound engineer said that he’d seen him in the building earlier. Then looking out of the window we spied him just across the street rehearsing a piece to camera.

By a strange coincidence his radio mike was on the same channel as was being used for the event. John made himself useful and ran outside (well I don’t know that he ran, he may well have just ambled) to let them know that Clive was broadcasting to the auditorium and could they please switch channels. I also made myself useful and took photos through the blinds like some kind of inexpert paparazza.