Waiting at line to have tea at Mariage Freres, this afternoon, while I was searching for a sack of Marco Polo? Here's one clue.

He's an action transvestite.

That's right. It was Eddie Izzard and I tried to be cool, but I have to say that I kept going to "search" the shelf near him, picking something out, then "looking around for Stephane." Eventually, I had to go find Stephane and make him confirm it, which he did. It was one of the greatest moments of my sorry, pathetic life.