It is one thing to know that he died at the Royal Free. Where did you expect him to live anyway? But he lived on Nassington Road? Really? He was like on our street, next door, for the most part of three years and I didn't run into him? £$%^.
And here I was telling everyone how I used to run into Emma Thompson on my Saturday morning runs on the Heath*. Seriously. Holy @£$%.
*I won't mention Mr. Cucumber Patch under any circumstances, no.
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Forget Cumberbatch; if I'd known EH was just down your road, I'd have parked myself there! You're clearly doing something wrong with the stanning.
SB: I know. Have to get better at this.
Apparently we just ran into a not-so-obscure Nobel Prize winner at the library. Didn't see him until Bill pointed out later after he left.
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