Funny how things work out
If I hadn’t spotted that I’d left my iPod on my tube train seat, I wouldn’t have jumped back on the train just before the doors shut, and had to stay on until the next stop; and then got back on the line going back to my original stop.
If I hadn’t been delayed by those 10 minutes, I wouldn’t have happened to be walking down the street towards the Lincoln Memorial concert just as the Obama motorcade went past.
And if I hadn’t decided to walk down to the Washington Monument after learning that there was no chance of getting into the concert ground itself, I would never have passed this man as he happened to be walking the other way:

This man, for the uninitiated – ie British people – is Chris Matthews. He’s one of America’s best-known TV pundits – and one of my favourites – and bumping into him is akin to following a British general election like a total geek, then flying to London only to bump into Jeremy Paxman or David Dimbleby.
It’s true. In America, anything *is* possible.
Tags: barack obama inauguration, barack obama news, chris matthews, hardball, inauguration concert, inauguration news, we are one concert
January 19th, 2009 at 2:34 am
I suppose you wouldn’t have asked for a picture if it were O’Reilly? hah
January 19th, 2009 at 3:51 am
funnily enough, Salbert…
January 19th, 2009 at 9:03 am
Wow – amazing!!! You look adorable in this pic XXX
January 19th, 2009 at 10:00 am
You bumped into Chris Matthews?! What are the chances? Amazing. I am so jealous you are there. So jealous it’s not true.
January 19th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
aww, thanks Sarah.
and yes, Mat – it was utterly, utterly surreal. I was grinning like a schoolgirl afterwards.
January 19th, 2009 at 5:52 pm
[...] my Chris Matthews-induced excitement, I realise I haven’t actually written about yesterday’s ‘We Are One’ [...]
January 19th, 2009 at 10:19 pm
Hi Andrea,
yoo look lovely, but how do I know that’s not just some old hobo you’ve picked up! (Only kidding, Mr Matthews).
January 20th, 2009 at 5:21 am
watch it! that’s an American Institution you’re calling a hobo, there.