There are times in the Eurostar lounge whenit all seems worthwhile. The tennis world was over in the west of Paris at the French Open and I was on the train back to London.
I walked into the frequent travellers lounge and lo I noticed Ken Loach engaged auteur extraordinaire. I wanted to go up and say something but modesty forbad. Besides what can you say other than liked your films, look forward to seeing the latest.
I declined but he went up in my estimation because the woman he was travelling with loooked about his age. I'm sure that if I were a famous international art house director, I'd be going round with at least my third or fourth wife.
Only because that's what famous film directors are supposed to do. Not because I'm actually fickle.
Having resisted the temptation to go and hail Loach, I caved in when Ronnie Corbett entered. He looked so approachable. Not surprising really since I've been letting him into my sitting room for all my life.
I saw him and he had such a radiant face that I went up to him (and the lady accompanying him) and said something along the lines of sorry to disturb you but for all the hours of fun and laughter - thanks. Don't want to disturb you any more....
But we got talking and he and the lady asked me what I did and we had a rabbit about journalism and why they were in Paris.
I got into the office and recounted to my colleagues my brief interactions with the stars. One asked if Ronnie Corbett was really small.
I said he is shorter than me but I felt as if I was looking up to someone.
And of course I was. His brand of humour had put him right up there.