As we walked the pristine pavements of the Upper East Side today, Anne spotted someone.
"You know, the guy out of that movie", she said demonstrating her editorial skills at full flow. She was of course talking about the posh bloke who grew the weed in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
Later on (after macaroons from Ladurée) as we rode in a cab I think I managed to outdo her in terms of pure obscurity when we passed Fran Lebowitz the writer featured in the Martin Scorsese documentary, Public Speaking.
Tonight we saw One Man, Two Guvnors, a particularly English take on a piece of Commedia Del Arte (always the 2nd most pretentious film and theatre style suggested on Whose Line is it Anyway? ... after Brecht).
James Corden was excellent, as was the student kid out of The Office, who had an especially good line separating the first and second syllables of country.
And in a dream like end to the day I had a $10 milkshake at my favorite diner-that-sells-$10-milkshakes.