Stephen Fry...

... walked past me earlier on today.

I was in the van, so didn't have a chance to do my usual routine of lurking around trying to think of something witty and insightful to say, then not thinking of anything and skulking off. The poor man looked flustered anyway - and probably didn't need to meet me today. Perhaps I should try to have a witticism in hand for all such similar situations. He was gratifyingly large in stature; I'm still surprised at the size of Clive Anderson...