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Three random celeb spots from London's glitzy West End yesterday:

Around 1pm - Robert Lindsay opposite Tesco in Covent Garden, looking hurried. He eyed my bag of fruit, I swear...

Around 6pm - the entire motorcade of Venezuelan big-cheese Hugo Chavez, blocking my route to the gym. His (not particularly inconspicuous) secret service bodyguard filmed me as they drove past.

Around 7.30pm - the return of the entire motorcade of aforementioned Venezuelan Blair-botherer as I exited the gym. Bodyguard took my photo as they past. Started to wonder if I made a bigger impression on South America than I had thought last month. Perhaps his whole visit is a covert mission to scope out my movements before a lightening strike on my North London hide-out...

Around 7.40pm - that bloke who occasionally gets on the tube at Charing Cross at the same time as me gets on the tube at Charing Cross... at the same time as me. I SWEAR he is Matt Everitt from Menswear. Really. If I'm right, he's gone quite grey. He dropped a CD from his bag and hurriedly gathered it, looking a bit shifty - perhaps a copy on the long-awaited Montrose Avenue comeback album?

I have applied to take over the Holy Moly column in the Metro, naturally.