Finally!Â after 11 months of living in London I’ve finally spotted a celebrity.Â Although technically I have seen the Queen at Asoct but I paid entrance to that and she’s not really a celeb per say.Â And again, technicallyÂ Adrienne and I did see thatÂ host of some BBC What Not to Wear type show at a gastropub in Belgravia months ago, butÂ that was a D list celeb at best.Â No … today I saw tabloid smut worthy celeb:
Â Kelly Osborne
In her full red lipstick smeared glory, lunching at Cecconis in Mayfair.Â
It was her ridiculous lipstick that caught my eye, actually.Â Â I work a few buildings down from this corner restaurant and pass it almost every day.Â It’s all windows the people essentially sit in a fish bowl, so I can’t help but peak in a bit as I walk by.Â Today, I walked by and noted that all the tables were full of business suits picking (and mostly drinking)Â their lunches.Â Â Except for one table where 2 girls sat gabbing away.Â Â Females, no business suits … flailing red lips … you can understand why I noticed!
Well, the girls (Jaime, Lindsay I know you’re loving this!) and a few choice boys reading this can understand why I noticed.Â The rest of you can’t believe the fuss over celebs, if you’ve even managed to read this far.Â
As for me, I can’t believe I care this much.Â I suppose I just think they are so funny, they are after all the modern day court jester.Â And I think the amusement comes from the thought:Â huh .. you actually exist in real life, weird.
Â In any case, Jason, i’m sorry!
(and no … I did not sneek a photo.Â It would have just been too ridiculous!)