Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?
Darling, fame is such a funny thing. Some people chase it, some people fear it, and some people — like me — accidentally bump into it while reaching for a croissant.
I’ve never met a celebrity in the dramatic sense (no red carpet run-ins or martini-soaked tête-à-têtes), but I did once brush shoulders — quite literally — with someone unmistakably famous:
Emma Thompson.
Yes, that Emma Thompson.
Oscar-winning, razor-sharp, heartbreakingly brilliant Emma Thompson.
Picture this: I was in a tiny London bookshop, the sort with creaky floors and handwritten shelf labels, flipping through a second-hand copy of Brideshead Revisited I absolutely didn’t need. I turned a corner, and suddenly… bump. Soft, warm, politely startled.
She smiled. I blinked.
She said, “Oh, sorry, dear.”
I said absolutely nothing because my brain had left the building.
And then she went back to browsing poetry as if she hadn’t just stolen a piece of my oxygen.
What struck me wasn’t the fame — it was the gentleness. The kind that doesn’t need to announce itself.
The kind of presence that whispers instead of shouts.
So yes, I suppose that’s my claim to fame. A bookshop bump with Emma Thompson. A moment small enough to miss but bright enough to tuck into a pocket for later.
And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for a red carpet.
Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋


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