William Hurt

On Wednesday Mum and I went to see Madame de Sade starring Judi Dench, Rosamunde Pike and Frances Barber. Excellent Play - did not deserve the bad reviews.

Anyway, we had great seats in the fifth row of the stalls right in front of the centre of the stage. Sitting to my left was William Hurt. He was there on his own.

Mum and I could not speak properly from the sheer weirdness of a Hollywood superstar sitting right next to us.

The seats were narrow, Mr Hurt got up to take his jacket off, in the process elbowing me. "I'm sorry," he said, as he reached down and touched my shoulder. "That's ok," I muttered back.

We then proceeded to have a conversation about how narrow the seats were in this theatre compared to others in London. He then asked me if I had seen the play before. I said no. He said he had. I replied that this production had had some really bad reviews but that friends of mine had seen it and enjoyed it.

"In my experience, " said William Hurt as he looked me dead in the eye, "most critics are old farts".

I laughed, because he said it dead pan and it was funny. Then the play started. And that was it - the end of my conversation with William Hurt. This means I have a Bacon number of 3. Very cool it was. I had a crush on William Hurt once upon a time. You know, if Mum had not been with me.... ah sigh, another of the roads not taken.