C’mon there’s only one Jarvis! It’s Jarvis Cocker with huge, ragged hair, razor sharp jawline and a general air of being the most expensive tramp in the village. And to think that he lives in France now…
Spotted over lunch, thinner and younger than on the telly, with more hair. Very nice taste in jumpers… and pub lunches.
Wandering past the Almeida, side by side, like they were friends in real life. Higson had a white paper bag, which given the location and the improbability that he was out seeking a crafty afternoon kebab suggests a bite to eat at Ottolenghi. There is a certain odd couple quality to them, Whitehouse slightly brash and London; Higson diffident, quiet, very well-spoken. Both smartly dressed and not short a bob either.
Spotting them together must be extra points. Weird trivia: I am one of twenty people who have actually read Higson’s novel Full Whack. It is gruesome in parts, strange in others and is the only book I have read that features a dash along the M4 through Wales during which all narrative momentum is lost.
Okay he’s officially too easy now, he’s wandering up and down Islington like he lives there. Not quite as impressively tall the second time around. His blond girlfriend is painfully skinny and painfully trophy.