But here’s the funny part. He doesn’t stay still. He’s been spotted at a local pizza joint in London. Not a posh place. A greasy, neon-lit slice shop. He ordered a Hawaiian, which is a crime against culinary tradition. But he tipped big.
He also hit up a chip shop in Kent. The cashier didn’t recognize him. She asked, “Do you want scraps with that?” He said, “Yes, please, that’s my favorite part.” Legend. Absolute legend.
Then there’s the Welsh hotel. A secret stop near the Brecon Beacons. He booked it under the name “S. Stevie Nicks.” The owner only realized it was him when he asked for a tea towel. Why a tea towel? Nobody knows. Maybe he dries his pearls with it.
The Maddening Road Trip
Let’s track the chaos. He’s been in London, Kent, Hertfordshire, and Wales in one week. That’s a lot of petrol. And he does it in a beat-up Mini Cooper. Not a limo. A Mini. With a “Hello My Name Is: Harry” sticker on the bumper.
Why the travel? The new movie The Pleasure of Your Company shoots all over. So he’s a man on the move. But he always returns to that haunted cottage. Gerald the ghost must miss him.
One night, he got lost in Hertfordshire woods. He had to call a local cabbie. The cabbie’s name was Dave. Dave drove him home, and they listened to Fleetwood Mac. Harry didn’t complain. He paid Dave double and asked for his playlist.
