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Jarvis Cocker had been there the week before.

Simon and Peter arrived at Lux with the anticipation of spotting more celebrities. This was soon disregarded for a more a pressing matter. The place was packed with many smiling, beautiful, tipsy women.

Somewhere in the middle of the evening Simon leant on Peter's shoulder and pointed. “Over there. Look. Bird off that Monday night thing. That comedy. When I say comedy, I mean comedy in the loosest possible terms.”
   “You mean that one with the three of them in the house. The one that did those shit Brit-flicks a few years back? Genius! Have her.Wind her the fuck up.”
   “No, I know who you mean. That's Samantha Janus. No your woman over there looks like Samantha Janis, but this girl is off another thing off TV. It's shit. All about couples. A kind of Friends rip-off with loads of stolen second-rate material. There's this guy in it that looks likes this guy who used to be a kids presenter. But not Jamie Theakston. I don't know the guy's name.”
   “The guy who got caught doing coke?”
   “Nah, not him, but you the programme I mean?”
   “Yeah. I haven't seen it, though.”
   “Me neither,” said Peter, pausing for a second, then added, “I'm going over.”
   “Peter, man, you can't do that. Celebrities don't like being hassled. Leave it. It's uncouth,” Simon said, whilst really wanting him to do it. It would be another anecdote.
   “No way,” Peter said shrugging of the half-hearted protest, “Let’s she what’s she’s all about.

“Alright?” Peter smiled, his best smile by way of introduction.
   “Yes I am, but before you go any further may I ask you a question?”
   “Sure. Go ahead,” Peter was taken aback by her forthrightness. Sexy, though.
   “What do you do for a living? But more importantly do you like it? Is it what really you want to do? I mean your perfect job?”
   “Yes it is, I guess. Otherwise I would be doing something else. Dur!”
   “Okay. Let me guess. In order, you like music, then books and TV least, with radio and cinema probably there somewhere in between books and TV.”
   Her friend was smirking. She'd seen the drill before.
   “Pretty good,” Peter admitted.
   “Well I'm more of a books-TV-music person, so we're not compatible. Sorry to disappoint.”
   “Of course everyone's different. Surely that's the point. What are you and your friend drinking?”
   “Do you know who I am?” she said assertively.
   “Not yet. No. Sorry.”
   “Right. I'm on TV. I am actress and ...”
   Peter cut her short, “I do watch telly. But I haven't seen your programme. Very sorry. I’ve seen tailers. It looks shit. But that's not even you. It's a character. You're an actress. That's your job, not you. That's like me coming to this bar and trying to redesign their sign. Guess what I do? But I guess you like what do, like me otherwise you wouldn't be doing it, right?”
   She could stop her smile. Good answer.

The Japanese girl behind the bar had already spotted them waiting and was on her way over. At about the same time Simon moved to join them. He knew he'd drawn the anonymous friend, who he knew nothing about.

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