Celebrity Encounters

The other day, I took a trip to my local Rymans to purchase some cd sleeves. As the thick set, bald headed man in front of me at the checkout turned to walk out of the shop, I realised who he was. Phil, from EastEnders. I paid for my stuff and outside, as I was unlocking my bike, I noticed that Phil was sitting in his car, right in front of me. As he pulled away, so did I and, not really meaning to, I followed him down the road. Across the roundabout and the down the hill, I was still right up his backside (ooh, no, not pretty) and I could see him checking his rear view mirror. A short while later, as he roared off fearing that he was being followed, I turned in to the park and went in to my gym via the back gate. As I came through in to the car park, there was Phil, coming towards me in his big Audi (or Saab or Mercedes or whatever it was) and he stopped. I proceeded to lock my bike up, all the time realising that Phil was not budging from the confines of his tank, clearly worried that I was intent on pouncing with my autograph book. I wasn't. Ha! You mean nothing to me Phil, nothing, you hear me?
About a mile up the road, Minty was sitting alone in Costa Coffee, learning his lines...