>JJC not only saw, but sat next to Jude Law while dining at the cafe at Salisbury Cathedral. (The proof is in this post, ninth picture down — though don’t be in too much of a rush to see Jude or you’ll miss the best cute kid pictures ever. Jude is behind the man with the unnerving stare.) OK, that’s not London, I know, but the Cohen clan was based in London. But read on…
I, on the other hand, jogged past and locked eyes with Viggo Mortensen. But alas, I don’t have proof. It happened somewhere between the Tower of London and Paul’s Walk on my way back on this route on Saturday (between miles 5 and 6, going west — he was going east).
At least I *think* it was Viggo. The guy was the right height (i.e., not at all tall), and it really looked like his face. That bone structure and cleft chin are pretty remarkable. But if it was him, he’s dyed his hair dark and is bulking up for some role (or for himself) — hey, if Brad Pitt can do it, Viggo can, too.
Then again, I get a little loopy when I run.
ETA: Says Bullock: “It might not have been him though, there must be lots of Danes running around London and their gene pool really isn’t all that large so they probably all look alike.” Te-hee! Maybe what I saw was a Viking who’d just sailed up the Thames. Anyway, Bullock’s a Swede (well, Swedish-American), so his comment is even funnier in a intra-Scandinavian grudge-match context.
Update: It wasn’t Viggo, just his evil twin (because the evil twin is always the one with the dark hair). I have it on the good word of Viggo’s
personal secretary biggest fan (see comments here and here) that he’s on holiday in Denmark and his usual blond dreaminess.
One of these days, btw, I do mean to get back to serious blogging, including finally doing that Thinking Blog meme that Bardiac tagged me for (thanks Bardiac!).