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Famous and Suicidal Behaviour
Apr. 25th, 2007 02:37 pmOn my lunch break, I went for a walk down the South Bank with colleagues. We were looking for a store that repaired jewellery because my colleague had a broken necklace.
We were talking about dogs when we spotted a labradoodle (mixture of a labrador with a poodle) by the Oxo Tower. Just as we were approaching the dog, to chat with the owner, the man stood up from the grass, holding scooped shit. It was Graham Norton.
He looked at us; we looked at him. We then looked away, playing it cool. It crossed my mind that it was the kind of photographic moment a gossip magazine would pay for. He looked uncomfortable.
On the walk back, we counted the first Gormley statues placed on the top of buildings facing the Thames. Some of the statues have already triggered suicide calls to the police; some remind me of snipers. They are creepy as hell.
We were talking about dogs when we spotted a labradoodle (mixture of a labrador with a poodle) by the Oxo Tower. Just as we were approaching the dog, to chat with the owner, the man stood up from the grass, holding scooped shit. It was Graham Norton.
He looked at us; we looked at him. We then looked away, playing it cool. It crossed my mind that it was the kind of photographic moment a gossip magazine would pay for. He looked uncomfortable.
On the walk back, we counted the first Gormley statues placed on the top of buildings facing the Thames. Some of the statues have already triggered suicide calls to the police; some remind me of snipers. They are creepy as hell.
