I saw Sackboy on the train!
by, 01-23-2010 at 09:00 PM (1709 Views)
During my usual commute into central London yesterday, two amazing things happened.
The first amazing thing was that I got to sit down on the train. Usually I have to fight for a place to stand, but this time I got an actual seat, and after a few minutes playing, ‘just because you’re bigger than me and a man doesn’t mean you get all the legroom’ I was not completely uncomfortable.
The second thing amazing thing occurred when the gentleman standing up next to me turned slightly to retrieve his mobile phone from his pocket. Glancing past him to check the location of the train in the outside world, I came face to face with... Sackboy!
It was kind of strange though because usually when there is a celebrity on the train, you know about it before you see it because everyone is stealing glances from behind a book, or holding up their camera phones to capture the million pound image of ‘celebrity on a train’
The nonchalance of my fellow commuters made me stare at Sackboy for longer than was probably polite, in order to verify that it was really him. I was certain it was. He had the same rough skin, oversized and slightly flat bald head, and comparatively emaciated body. I wasn’t able to see his feet because of where I was sitting, but I just know he didn’t have any toes. I actually had to sit on my hands to stop myself throwing my arms around him and saying ‘Sackboy! I love you! I even have a keyring made in your image!’
I was glad in the end that I did restrain, because when the train pulled into the station I watched him move across the train, step over the gap, get onto the platform and move through the ticket barrier, all on what was surely more than three layers. This led me to conclude that it was in fact not Sackboy, but a fellow human being who is blessed with our little gadder's good looks. A close brush with fame indeed, and although some may disagree, worthy of a quick blog.