Finally! after 11 months of living in London I’ve finally spotted a celebrity. Although technically I have seen the Queen at Asoct but I paid entrance to that and she’s not really a celeb per say. And again, technically Adrienne and I did see that host of some BBC What Not to Wear type show at a gastropub in Belgravia months ago, but that was a D list celeb at best. No … today I saw tabloid smut worthy celeb:
 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.  I work a few buildings down from this corner restaurant and pass it almost every day. 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. Today, I walked by and noted that all the tables were full of business suits picking (and mostly drinking) their lunches.  Except for one table where 2 girls sat gabbing away.  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. 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. I suppose I just think they are so funny, they are after all the modern day court jester. And I think the amusement comes from the thought: huh .. you actually exist in real life, weird.
 In any case, Jason, i’m sorry!
(and no … I did not sneek a photo. It would have just been too ridiculous!)