So after complaining to a friend the other day and then again to K tonight at dinner about how I’ve never really seen anyone famous in Brighton, I happened to notice that we were in the same restaurant as Norman Cook/Fatboy Slim.  That made me so much more excited than it should do!

He was wearing a lumberjack shirt and had more gray hair than I thought he should do.  Then I gossiped with the waitress after he left.  Ha ha.

That pretty much makes me famous…