
I’m intrigued with the Oyster Card reference. In the Tube or any where else, my celebrity radar is very poor. I might be standing next to Ricky Gervais in Hampstead, I wouldn’t even know or bother. Or I could be sitting next to Ian McKellen in the Tube and still wouldn’t be able to detect it. You have your space, I have mine, it doesn’t really matter whether you were Gandalf in Lord of the Rings or Magneto in X-Men. I wouldn’t be able to decipher it’s you. I could bump into Gwyneth Paltrow dashing out of Starbuck’s while I'm rushing to go home after a hard day’s work and I would be oblivious to the Hollywood air of Mrs. Martin. The nice thing about living in London is the space. Every one has their thing, no one bothers with the buzz, even those included in the inner circle.
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