So no David Tennant, yet (your time will come, Casanova, oh yes...), but I did literally bump into James McAvoy from off of The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and the greatly lauded The Last King of Scotland, at the bottom of Crouch Hill last week. I nearly didn't recognise him, because he had dirty jeans on, and one of those semi-trendy miniature hiking backpacks that so many EMO kids and 20-30 male Londonors seem to carry around these days.
He was quite attractive, in a stubbly way.
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