"Never mind Jason, someone will recognise you soon"

Piers Morgan, jurado del programa "Britain's got talent" comenta un encuentro casual con Jason el día 5 de Mayo que resultó ser bastante anecdótico. Esto es lo que nos cuenta:

"...I stumbled into an organic vegetarian restaurant in Kensington, where they serve platefuls of hot gruel (I never have a clue what I'm eating but it invariably tastes delicious) and was greeted by a familiar grinning face.

'Hello, Mr Morgan,' smiled Jason Orange from Take That. (As I said on Britain's Got Talent recently, I was the band's official biographer and knew them all before they'd ever had a hit.)
'Fancy joining me for a co ffee?' he suggested, so I did, and we sat basking in the glorious mid-afternoon sunshine, chewing the fat about life, the universe and the perils of fame.

Sir Paul McCartney was in the papers today revealing how he had a rulebook for dealing with fans ('I don't sign things or do pictures if I'm eating or in B&Q,' he said, to which Jason observed, 'I agree with him, but I'd love to know if he really goes into B&Q.')
'It's funny how things have changed for you since we first met,' he said. 'You used to be the one writing about celebrities, now you are one yourself.'
At which point, a young teenage girl asked me for an autograph.
'What are you doing here?' she asked.
'I'm auditioning this guy for Britain's Got Talent,' I replied, pointing at Jason. She looked at him, didn't show a flicker of recognition, thanked me and walked off . As we both laughed at the irony of this moment, she returned.
'She's worked out who you are,' I whispered. But she hadn't. She just wanted a picture of me as well.

As I posed, two lads in a lorry shouted out, 'Oi, Piers, we've got talent!' at the top of their voices. Again, not an eyebrow raised towards the international pop superstar sitting with me.
'Never mind, mate,' I consoled Jason. ' Someone will recognise you soon.'

As if on cue, a middle-aged lady walked up to him.
'Excuse me?' Jason turned and flashed his best celebrity smile.
'Could you look after my dog while I go inside?' We both burst out laughing.
'Of course,' he replied politely, as she tethered her terrier to the door. 'No problem.'

Minutes later, a lady in a light pink tracksuit jogged past, slammed to an abrupt halt, ripped out her iPod earplugs, and exclaimed at me: 'Not you! You're bloody everywhere!'
It was, by sublime coincidence, Stella McCartney. She sat down with us.
'What on earth are you two doing?'
'We're playing a game of Who's More Famous?' I replied. 'And I'm winning.'
'Try, Who's More Popular? and see how you get on,' she suggested.
After an amusing few minutes (Stella's remarkably down-to-earth given her absurdly legendary parentage), she sprang to her feet and began running o ff again.
'Does my bum look all right?' she shouted back.
I examined the relevant body part closely as it wiggled o ff down the High Street and shouted my verdict: 'Looks fabulous from here!'
Then a sudden thought flashed into my head. 'By the way, does your old man ever go into B&Q?' But, alas, she'd gone.

As Jason and I said our goodbyes, a man in a motorised wheelchair passed us, stopped a few feet on, and performed a slow U-turn.
'This is it,' I said, excitedly. The man wheeled back towards us, then diverted at the last minute into the restaurant.
Jason sighed. 'I'll never live this down.'..."

Fuente: TheInsider