Either side of having my eyes checked out (no major change in two years, still shortsighted with a touch of astigmatism) I caught up with two pals. Both had been estranged from me during, and largely because of, my depression. Since I last saw J he's got married to L, a BBC journalist specialising in Africa. He spent some time with her there and took some startling photos for the Beeb. He also had some harrowing stories of pictures he couldn't take, without endangering himself and his colleagues.
J and I had arranged our catch-up, but the later one was accidental. Browsing in the Oxford Street HMV (daring myself to buy the Seinfeld Series 4 DVD, actually) I was accosted by M, a good friend I had fallen out with after leaving a show he was in at the interval, just before his big speech. We'd since made up by text message, but not seen each other till today. It was just great to see him, and I realised how much I'd missed him. Apart from being the funniest man I know, he's a very good actor, and was in town for an audition for a West End play.
On our way to the Coach and Horses in Soho for a beer (it was blissfully quiet in there, for once) we walked past an unbelievably talented star sitting outside a restaurant with a pal. M is the least starstruck person, as a rule - he was partying with Dame Judi just recently and has the photos to prove it - but even he was dazed by seeing this person. I wonder if you can guess. Tell you tomorrow.