Meh. Mrs C and I were out on our travels this weekend to the Saatchi Gallery, off to see the Rolling Stones'
Exhibitionism (which was feckin' awesome by the way, and I now have a signed
Tumbling Dice flyer for our, ahem, rather Bohemian dining room). But who should I have bumped into on Kensington High Street underground platform? Your friend and mine,
Nick Clegg.
He was on his mobile and did look at me as I passed. I had to suppress an almost irresistible urge to do the "L" loser-face-thing with my hand.