Today, into my small independent giftshop on a side road off the city centre of oxford, walked Hollywood starlet and Oscar-nominated Keira Knightly. As we gazed at her stunned and all agog, internally screaming 'Jesus Holy Christ on a crutch - a properly famous person who isn't Susie Dent from Countdown or the guy who used to play the doctor in Eastenders, or Anne Diamond but one who has just sat next to Jack Nicholson at the Oscars, starred in two films with Johnny Depp, snogged Orlando Bloom and was completely miscast in Bend It Like Beckham' - she proceeded to head straight for our fake flower section with her male companion and spent a short time playfully putting them behind his ear and generally messing about. Then as quickly as she had arrived in our meagre little unfamous lives, she left again. We didn't speak at first and then slowly, as the hugeness of what we had just witnessed dawned on us, the garbled sentences came out of our mouths, tumbling in uncertain torrents of confusion and excitement, 'did you just see...?', 'was that...?', 'I can't believe...' But a 4 hour stint of rewinding and reliving the moment on our instore cctv camera prooved time and time again that we hadn't imagined the event to brighten up an otherwise dull and monotomous day in shopland - it had actually happened. Wow. Isn't it weird when you realise that potentially anyone that exists in the world today could walk into your life at any time and with this theory in mind there is no reason why Jake Gyllenhall won't be next to peruse our novelty mugs and pearl jewellery. I'm going to have to start brushing my hair for work again and with view of getting back into acting - reciting Brecht monologues loudly at staggered intervals just in case someone influential is listening.