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:: bolton celebrity spotting

Lottie and I spent an afternoon shopping and strolling in Bolton town centre. We have a wedding to go to in a few weeks, so we had better buy some decent clothes. I bought some new loafers and socks, she's got a new handbag and shades. After an hour of mooching at TK Maxx ("Please Charlotte, let's go the tills?") we walked back to a bus stop and sat down at Rhode Island Coffee. A flurry of activity picked up at the crossroads just opposite, and we found they were filming "Boy meets Girl" for ITV here. At first I thought it might be a sequel to "A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" as Martin Freeman was wearing his pyjamas.. But no. A very ordinary street in Bolton suddenly transformed into a film set though, how very odd. We had an extra frappuccino and watched ITV live. It wasn't quite interesting enough to sit down for hours though - Martin Freeman got off a bus and walked across the road. And then again. And again. Hmm.

We got on a heaving bus 8 back home but got off early at the Vauxhall garage, where Lottie could pick up her car after repairs. We did have to wait for her dad to drive down first though, as he was to pick up the bill. Walking across the garage we came across Riverview Motorcycle Training and had a quick but very interesting chat with an instructor there. The provisional license I received yesterday is burning a hole in my pocket!

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