If you’re Michael McIntyre really dead famous apparently. 600 people queued outside Waterstone’s to meet the comic, and a handful of curious onlookers went out of their way to tell me he’s rubbish.
Now book signings don’t normally attract a congo of fans this long – Lulu’s queue stretched round a bookcase – so they don’t normally attract many snappers. In fact I was the only one there in sharp contrast again to Lulu’s where a good half dozen togs showed up.
But what surprised McIntyre more than the crowds themselves was its demographics. Dozens of teenage girls demanded hugs from him after their copy of his book was adorned. It’s nice to be famous.