Under the giant Freddy Mercury…

by Fyse

It seemed like a very odd suggestion for a meeting place, but my friend assured me all would become clear when I arrived. Leaving Tottenham Court Road tube station I was more than a little sceptical, but it would indeed have been hard to miss. Towering above the busy intersection, a massive statue of the late Queen front man stood astride the entrance to the Dominion Theatre, subtly advertising the show ‘We Will Rock You’. I waited in its shadow and my friends soon arrived, each grinning at the success of such bizarre directions.

About to set off in search of some lunch, I was distracted by a startlingly pretty and somehow familiar woman walking past, a hat pulled low on her head. I looked straight to one of my friends, finding him staring back with an expression of slack-jawed incredulity that exactly matched my own. “Was that who I think it was?”

“Er, yeah. I think so.”

We both gazed in wonder at the retreating figure. Another friend looked confused. “Well, who was it then?” she asked.

“Keira Knightley”, we both replied, transfixed by the street corner round which she had disappeared.

“Oh.” And feeling some further comment was required, “She had a really nice jumper.”