People I've spotted around Dublin while doing very little of anything productive in the last week:
Supreme Masterchef chef Michel Roux Jr. walking down Capel St. while eating a packet of cheese and onion Hunky Dorys, which he deemed to be just on the right side of flavoursome.
Mike Murphy and Will Smith holding hands and feeding the ducks in St. Stephen's Green, before heading off to Nude for something containing lemongrass.
Carly Simon preening herself to within an inch of her life in the ladies' toilets of Davy Byrne's.
Juan Sebastian Veron getting destroyed in McDaid's, before being refused entry to Bruxelles (of all places).
Orlando Bloom with a documentary crew outside Super Valu on Aston Quay, before seeing me and legging it.
Paul Gascoigne climbing out of the Liffey, before jumping back in.
Film director James Cameron queueing for a ticket to Athy in Bus Aras, wearing an Abyss t-shirt, a Lincoln City scarf and a bomber jacket.
Simon Cowell in Neds of Townsend Street every schoolday morning for a week, for a bet, which he won.
Marty Morrissey and Glenda Gilson being indiscreet in the Horseshoe Bar.
The actor John Cusack waiting for Frank Stapleton at the front gate of Trinity College, looking impatient and fiddling with his iPod.
Marian Finucane rolling down the hill, at the Papal Cross in the Phoenix Park, in the pissings of rain.