Chichester is – according to my colleagues – a haven for celebrities. People I work with every day frequently tell me tales of spotting Hugh Dennis or Tim Curry or various other names. However, in over a year of frequenting the city's streets at lunchtime I've spotted not one single person that I could claim to be in any way famous. But that may have changed today.
I was drawn to this man for one reason only: that coat. I loved that it was damp at the bottom. I loved how loose it all hung. I loved that my first thought was: Columbo has risen from the grave!
He was initially turned away from me when I noticed him and I waited until he turned back slightly before taking my shot; of course, being a brave street photographer, I immediately angled my camera away afterwards so as not to make eye contact and it was for this reason that I never really paid attention to his face.
"Excellent!" I said to my colleague. "There should be quite a bit of interest in that shot."
"Yes," my colleague said. "Isn't that… erm?"
"No! You know! He reminds me of someone."
"No, no, no. It'll come to me in a second."
"Are you sure it's not a flasher?"
He was sure it wasn't a flasher despite my best efforts. I, at the time, had no idea what he was talking about and it's only now that I look at the photo that I realise it was the actor Peter Bowles. My first celebrity.
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