Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Nan, me and Omar Sharif
Omar explained that although he knew it would disappoint it was important to be honest and that he wasn't the famous Omar Sharif, just the Omar Sharif who was working in a Ramsgate restaurant for the summer season. He then asked very formally if we would do him of the honour of accompanying him on a night out. As we got off the bus Nan whispered that I should call her Mum - I was happy to go along with this as I was a little bit in love with Omar already.
We met him most days for the rest of the holiday, he was charming, funny and happy to be buried in the sand. On the last night of our holiday he told Nan that he was returning home to Turkey at the end of the season and asked if we would like to go with him. Nan said that she would have to think about it. Once indoors I excitedly asked if we could go to Turkey (in my mind a place of gargantuan Christmas lunches). She thought for a while and said that we had better not as she was need to run the Co-op carpet shop and - almost as an afterthought - that my Mum and Dad might miss me.