Right. So. You’re gonna want to read this one all the way to the end. You see, the person I am traveling with just fell into a pond trying to retrieve a hat that had flown off of my head in the wind. Literally *fell into a fucking pond*. And yes, the best part about it is that he saved my hat and has been walking around London for the past hour soaked head to toe in POND WATER, but a close second are the deafening gasps of the people in the park who watched the whole thing rapidly unfold (imagine: tons of splashing and I have the imprint of the bottom of a Converse tennis shoe on my shirt squarely between by boobs) and the man who approached us immediately after and said, “You know the last two blokes who fell in that pond there? Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. On set of the Bridget Jones film. You’re in good company, guv!”
