I know this sounds crazy, but at Monday night's Helpmann Awards ceremony I felt I was being stalked by John Wood. everywhere I went - in the foyer, the toilet, the after-party - the ran into the Gold Logie winner. We didn't exchange words, because we've never met but he seemed to recognise me each time. Yesterday, while I was waiting for my plane at Sydney airport, what should be on the television screen in the departure lounge? Rafferty's Rules - starring John Wood.
Having thought about this for a day, I realise he's not following me. He's simply ubiquitous.
PS: I did chat to a number of people, including the wonderful Amanda Muggleton who introduced me to somebody a little like this: "This is Brett; he's a critic from Brisbane who likes some of what I do and doesn't like some of what I do."