In all honesty, the greatest perk of being the
receptionist of a massive London radio station is the chance to meet the
A-listers. I love it. I know it’s not the done thing to say so in the media
profession, but there it is. I do.
My university housemate, Janhvi, however is the only person
I cannot impress with my ever-growing celeb list. She has no clue who ANYONE
is. Not a Scooby-fucking-doo. It drives me insane.
Anyway so on Wednesday, Han came downstairs to brief
me on the talent we were expecting for interviews that day, and she was even
more excitable than usual.
Two words. Jake. Gyllenhaal.
Janhvi was meeting me for dinner after work. He was
due in at 5:20. I slyly text her under my desk - get to me 10 minutes early, TRUST
ME, it’ll be worth it.
Word had got out around the station that he was
coming in and everyone was buzzing. It seemed that for once I wasn’t the only one struggling to keep up the blasé media-professional pretense.
5:20 came. We opened all the doors, had security ready to greet him and the presenters poised, raring to go for their interview slot. The car pulled up, everyone jumped out
and all started heading inside. Well almost all…everyone but Jake. In a flash I saw
this gorgeous specimen running past the window and across the street.
As if this was the most normal occurrence in the world, the PR lady nonchalantly explained, Jake won’t be a second; he’s gone
to get a sausage roll from Greggs.
Han and I must have looked beyond surprised.
And then we looked outside…
The whole street had lost its shit.
I mean, to be fair, I can’t say I blame them. Even
in Soho, you don’t expect to see a Hollywood star queuing to get a sodding
pastry in GREGGS.
When he finally battled his way through the crowds
of startled passer-byes wanting selfies, and breezed through the doors of 1
Golden Square, he just gave Han and I a cheeky smile, ‘sorry, I was hungry -
I almost passed out.
Finally we ushered him in and my job was done. I
turned to Janhvi, who had taken my advice and seen the whole
episode, expecting to see what I imagine my face looked like…
‘So who was that then?’
For fuck’s sake.