Saw Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall at The Westbury (Not staying there. We were just leaving after drinking.) Mr. Fearney-Whittingstall along with the very long hyphenated surname is the driving force behind Chicken Out -the huge organic free range chicken movement in the UK.
So, my drunk ass saw him looking a bit lost after he checked in and I attacked and shook his hand for his work. He thanked me, while looking a bit frightened- but I have a feeling he might always look that way if there are no cameras and then we went our merry way.
Something has switched over for me. I never before would have known a UK celebrity. (Slight lie. I once saw the guy from Grand Designs) More important- I don’t give a flying fuck that he is a celebrity. Not that I ever would have cared beyond a whispering behind the hand ooooooo look is over there bullshitte that goes on every day in LA. If I cared about that I would have shook Julia Roberts hand when I was sitting two feet away.
Hugh is doing something that I think is important. Something that I respect. So I told him that. Which means I’m certain he thinks I am a nut.
Oh well.
At least I buy organic.
