My Ricky Gervais Humiliation

I work in Soho which means that we are partial to celeb-spotting (sometimes 'celeb' is a loose term), and the natural thing to do is to be nonchalant and act like you're unfazed by them. That is, except for the time we saw Paul Nicholls in Pret a Manger and my colleague screamed his name out and then we gawped at him in the window. Anyway...I digress.

I am a big Ricky Gervais fan, particularly since he managed to captivate the essence of my old boss so well in The Office. As B and I walked through Soho at lunchtime, we felt our conversation come to a standstill when we realised that Ricky Gervais (and Steve Merchant) were walking towards us. B gave me one of those 'Oh my God' looks, but we did the whole 'Of course we're not bothered by celebs' thing and continued walking and talking as I noted that Ricky was dressed rather trampy in a bomber jacket, what appeared to be trackie bottoms and dodgy hair.

As Ricky is almost right in front of me, I feel the sole of my stupid boots (not the FMB's) slide on a weird patch of pavement and right in front of him, I start to fall. It wasn't just any fall either; it was one of those jerking falling to one side, trying to rebalance, realising that this is all happening in front of Ricky Gervais, trying to straighten up, still can feel the boot sole sliding, tip backwards, eventually managing to right myself, and feeling certain that whilst this is all going on, Ricky Gervais just had a little smirk. Oh and I forgot to mention that B is a few yards down the street with her hand over her mouth in shock and there are about five people standing on the corner pissing themselves laughing.

I was so startled and embarrassed that I found myself doubled up laughing with B and then dashing round the corner to continue crying with laughter. I didn't even dare look behind me and B and I were pratically choking in the street as I spluttered incoherently about my embarrassment.

I am a danger to myself. It's like I get some sort of kick out of making a complete tit out of myself by going over arse over tit.

I did reply to the doctor but I don't want to sully what's coming up next, so I'll save that for a different post.

On a better note though, I do have a date on Saturday. Yay! It's the guy who is friends with MB that I had a brief introduction at a games night. Let's hope I can manage to keep myself out of trouble for one evening....pray that my breast doesn't fall out, my skirt doesn't blow up, my halterneck doesn't suddenly become undone, that my fly doesn't become undone, that I...oh nevermind....they're all in the past now!