Kevin Spacey's dog slept on my bed

True story. I kid you not. Kev's dog slept on my bed about a year ago. And when she got tired of the bed, she made herself comfortable on the couch. Tonight the dog (whose name I do actually know, but for some odd reason, feel I shouldn't share it on this blog) moseyed on into the pub where we were eating, and brought Kevin along with her. I decided I should introduce myself to him, seeing as we are neighbours and I did so much for his dog awhile back. 

So I did. I went up to Mr Spacey and introduced myself. I then immediately apologised for interrupting him. (I may not have been born British, but I do my best to behave like a Brit and this requires apologising for anything and everything.) I told him we were neighbours and that his dog really, really loved me. OK, I didn't say the bit about the dog really loving me. I did, however, say I had a cheeky request, and then explained that I was a member of a CF fundraising group and was trying to get together prizes for a raffle, and asked if maybe he could donate some tickets to a show at the Old Vic Theatre (he is the Artistic Director there).

He was very gracious and said that he probably could do something but asked that I write to him at the Old Vic and explain what it was I was doing and what I needed. I told him that I would be more than happy to write to him and asked if I would find an email address on the Old Vic info page. He kindly explained that he wanted me to write him a real letter, like they did in the olden days. I did my best to not look really embarrassed and said I would indeed send him a real letter.

I then said hello to the dog and then told Mr Spacey that she had slept on my bed. The guy sitting with Mr Spacey said, "she's a real tramp like that," and we all had a good chuckle.

I apologised again and thanked him again for letting me interrupt him, and then tried to swagger back to my table in a way that suggested I was calm and often chatted to movie stars and that my heart was definitely not about to explode out of my chest with nerves.

Here's to hoping that I write a really good letter.