King's College Chapel. The most famous icon of Cambridge and one of the world's most recognisable landmarks, it costs the college £1000 a day to operate and is home to one of the country's most famous choirs, King's Voices, which sings regularly for the BBC. It is also a haven for the devout, no matter what religion they come from or if they believe in God at all, to rest, pray and quietly reflect under its soaring arches and grand windows.
And, today, also a place for one gushing medic with a bad case of starstruck-itis.
I was leading a group of people through King's College Chapel when I bumped into Margaret Mountford, Sir Alan Sugar's aide on the British version of The Apprentice (the equivalent of Carolyn and now Ivanka Trump on the American version).
*GIGGLY SCHOOLGIRL WARNING*
Oh. My. Gawd. I gushed and I gushed. I don't know what I did, but somewhere in between I managed to shake her hand, grabbed a picture, and had this exchange:
Margaret: So what do you read here at Cambridge?
Me: OMG OMG OMG uhm like you know like medicine.
She looked at me, gave me this sympathetic look, and disappeared into the crowd.
OMG OMG I JUST MET MARGARET MOUNTFORD!
*end Giggly Schoolgirl Warning*
Back in my room, in between rubbing ointment on my forehead for the bruises caused by repeatedly smashing my head into my table for not being more composed and asking her some coherent questions (like "What career advice do you have for a young medic?" or "Tell me I'm fired! TELL ME I'M FIRED!"), I couldn't help but think that maybe meeting her in King's College Chapel was some sort of sign. But of what? That my future lies in television? That I should take the lessons I learnt from The Apprentice and apply them to medicine? That I should get a sex-change operation and go make really good friends with Alan Sugar's or Donald Trump's children?
I feel another post coming up.
Sigh. I bet many of you have met celebrities, perhaps just last weekend at the Spider-Man 3 premiere in London. (Yes, Little Medic, I know you've seen Stephen Hawking and I haven't. Yay.) I also bet you didn't react as stupidly as I have. Drop me a line if you want to gush. (Unless you've met Donald Trump. In which case, I will hunt you down and kill you out of jealousy.)