It’s interesting, isn’t it?
What? Oh, sorry. It’s interesting how different celebrities have different ideas about the levels of security required?
On the one hand, we have Justin Timberlake, who turns up to London’s glittering Wolseley, the most celebrity-thick restaurant in all of the land (on our last visit we had Lucien Freud on one side, eating oysters, and Gail Platt off-of Coronation Street on the other, eating hotpot), with no fewer than three burly minders in tow (they sit at another table, close enough to spring, though springing wouldn’t be their Olympic sport of choice).
On the other hand, we have international movie sensation Keira Knightley sat in Mildred’s, the modest but scrummy vegetarian restaurant in glittering London’s Lexington Street, chomping down on tofu treats with no more security than her back vaguely to the room.
And there we have it: some people must get off on being surrounded by big burly blokes. And some people may have a point.