Did I really just do that?

Today I'm going to fill you on a rather shambolic day of mine that took place a few weeks back.

I work in Top shop in Manchester on a four hour weekly contract, I'd love to tell you its an amazing job but I frequently sleep through my alarm (take from that what you will). On this fine day I, once again, slept through my alarm and had to rush to work for my 11 am shift. Manchester had decided to take this day to hold a marathon through the city centre meaning I could not take the bus to work but I had to make my  little legs walk as fast as they would allow through dodgy Manchester back allies all the way to work.

I was, what I thought ten 10 minutes late, as it turns out though I was three hours early. Great, just great, I thought. So I rushed back through crowds of irritating jostling bystanders who obviously have nothing better to do, so I could get back to bed and eat some breakfast, brunch, ellevensies, and lunch.

I was casually strolling along with my ipod in listening someone wailing about some form of life issue, when I walked past the palace hotel.

Who did I see sexily walking out of the hotel but Robert Downy Junior, only the sexiest actor alive.  Being an avid fan of not only films but also comic books this would have been an amazing opportunity to get an autograph, (being an imaginative young sprout I imagined much more than this taking place, but lets keep this pg). But NO, what do I do? I hear you ask, what Tj, what did you do?

I only shouted 'IRON MAN'...

and then I ran. I ran away from Robert Downy Junior after I shouted, no, screamed at him. WTF is wrong with me?