Joshua Seigal Meets Michael McIntyre

So yesterday I was browing the papers in a newsagent in my hometown of Whetstone, a totally nondescript London suburb. A guy taps me on the shoulder, and asks if I could pay for his bottle of Lucozade. He said he only has a fifty Euro note, and that if I paid for the Lucozade using British cash, he would give me the Euros. I said I only had a card, and the newsagent said that that was no good, as the machine was broken. I suggested the guy purchase his Lucozade elsewhere, but he was adamant that it had to be HERE and it had to be NOW. We both cajoled the newsagent into accepting the Euros as payment for the Lucozade.

Anyway, the guy was Michael MacIntyre and he agreed to a selfie.

(I also gave him my poetry business card, like a right wally.)