Speak the devil's name and she will appear. I am coming back to my hotel tonight and there is a huge crown in Leicester Square. Paparazzi, cameras, fenced off areas, the whole nine yards. I realize with each step that it seems to be centered on my hotel. Not Good. Further, as I pass the theatre nearby I realize they are celebrating the opening of a new movie (on a Tuesday?????). A Guy Ritche movie. Ut-oh. I wave my hotel card, get through security and into the lobby and who is there but… Madonna. Giving a press conference of some kind in the bar where I was planning on having a snack, reading my book and relaxing. Ugh.
I wish that bitch would stop following me around.
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