I shook hands with Charlie Watts,

There was this old guy coming, white hair, long jacket. And I noticed him. And although I know there is an unspoken agreement between londoners and its celebrities for which you shouldn't talk to them, I've approached him and ask him to shake hands. He though at first that I had a knife and my intentions were to kill him. That's when he saw all his wild life in front of his eyes, but soon he realized I was just another stupid fan.

Mr. Watts, there is something that you did not know when you shook my hand. I didn't wash them after my bathblogging session, just before meeting you. Sorry.

1 comment:

  1. Al least it was bathblogging, it could have been worst.