Imagine being at a food market in London on a Friday night, cruising around the stalls, sussing out what you fancy for dinner, when who should you see before you?
That’s exactly what happened to my friend a few weeks back. While I was bopping along to Southside Johnny, my friend literally bumped into him, just like that.
Of course I was jealous. I bombarded him with questions. Exactly where were you? Who was he with? Was he nice? What was he eating? Did you ask him if he liked burgers?
All I know is that he likes burritos. Good choice Jake, good choice.
And here’s my friend looking smug with him.