and so a week goes by…

anyway. thursday, i received an email from the baker’s wife, so to speak. a girl who had googled “bourke street bakery” as you do (or, as i do from time to time to see if they finally have a website up, with pictures of chocolate tarts), found an earlier posting i made about said bakery, and being the ladyfriend of the bourke street baker, wrote to say she was pleased i like the bakery.

i was quite a little bit thrilled to get this email. it was as though a celebrity, say eric stoltz, had responded to something i had said about him without knowing he was behind me all the while, listening.

the eric stoltz story is that a friend of a friend was in new york once, in a cinema, and before the film began, one of those ads with trivia questions had the answer “eric stoltz”, which prompted a conversation between this girl and her companion, along the lines of “whatever happened to eric stoltz?”. a discussion of eric stoltz ensued, and they noticed that every now and again the guy seated behind them would laugh a quiet little laugh in response to something they had said.

do i need to to continue this story? you already know that the film kicked in, and then it was over, and as they exited the cinema, they came face to face with eric stoltz, who nodded in greeting and smiled and said “hello ladies”.

mmm… eric stoltz. oh wait! i mean, mmm… chocolate tarts.