The next event also involves a famous person, but I never got to speak with him.
I was with my daughter at a horse tack shop, sheltering from the heat in the car park.
Across the fat side off the shop I noticed a very tall older blonde haired woman. She was talking loudly with a strange English accent, and was obviously comfortable with herself; loud and proud.
The fellow with her seemed older, but equally flamboyant. He was wearing cherry red trousers and a while collared shirt, and although he was more reserved, his voice had a deep sonorous tone. I guessed he was a great theatre person sought off. But not being one to pry or gawk, I kept my distance, and have them their space.
Then I heard her ask: "Anything you want?". To which our man said simply and sonorous: "A belt" and they began walking in my general direction.
Then I noticed the fringe. There's only one fringe like that, I'd recognise it anywhere. Even though it was greyed.
I caught a glimpse of his face, I don't believe it. In a bloody horse shop near Newcastle!
Then the woman approached. As I go as need around, our man was struggling with old age and excess weight loss to string a belt, and he glared at me as off to say "it will happen to you too one day chum".
The woman says:" how are you going Barry?" Confirming that it was, behind doubt, none other than Sir Barry Humphries aka Dame Edna Evridge or Sir Les Paterson.
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