Well, slightly OT but I just recalled a 20+ years old incident of me being on my way to uni, walking on some central London street while eating a pret a manger BLT. Bacon and lettuce falling out of my mouth I ran into Joan Collins at a one metre distance. She was heading to the back entrance of Selfridge's in the company of her bodyguard. She absolutely stared at me in utter contempt and disgust of my miserable presence, even though her huge eyeglasses downplayed our direct eye contact. Moreso, her lack of any detectable facial expression was further reinforced by heavy makeup and cosmetic procedures. Up to this day I've never felt more seen in the most embarrassing way possible. But yeah, I'll always feel blessed having breathed the same space of open air along with Alexis fuckin Colby.