Uncool, moi?

Posted by Helen Whitaker at 22:01 on 8 Sep 2009

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You’d think that having a paparazzi boyfriend would make me more blase about celeb-spotting, wouldn’t you? Sadly not. Because much of his time is spent papping people I don’t really consider to be stars (Heidi Montag or Hulk Hogan’s ex-wife, anyone?) it actually makes me more excited when I clock a ‘proper’ film star.

A case in point: on Friday afternoon I was at the cinema with my friend Ellie (yes, during the day. It is always interesting to see the sort of people that go to the cinema during the day, even though as a freelance writer I myself am one of them) and we were buying the obligatory bucket of popcorn. We were disproportionately pleased that on this particular day a large was the same price as a small, even though a small is enormous in true American fashion. Anyway, after paying I turned around and found myself face to face with William H Macy, of whom I am a big fan. So I did a double take. On the second glance he winked at me, obviously recognising that he had been recognised, and I found myself saying, “Hello.” (I have a bad habit of doing this. My friend and I once got into a lift with Gordon Ramsay and for some reason I said, “Ah Gordon,” as if we were old friends.) Anyway, William replied and moved forward to take his place at the counter.
Meanwhile, my friend turned around to see who I was talking to so I did that OTT silent mouthing of ‘William H Macy’ while pointing in his direction. Not so cool. Even less cool was when I looked up and realised that politely waiting for me to get out of the way (and witnessing the whole thing) was his wife Felicity Huffman.

I've heard Renee Zellweger sometimes goes to my gym. God knows what'll happen if I see her there.

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