I know, right?
I think that might be even more surreal than SA's experience of having Neil turn up for sushi when she was meeting Roz K for lunch one day. Possibly. Or not.
You'd wonder if you'd hit your head mid-shag and passed out, wouldn't you? And whether there would be, I don't know, tapdancing penguins or something showing up next.
Well, we're assuming they recognized him. And I dunno... my faculties aren't that sharp, necessarily mid-shag. They probably just thought there was some wacko perv wandering into their room.
But still... recognized or not, that's just not what you expect to have happen.
And now they're Twitter celebrities!
I'll lay money he'll use some facsimile of the moment in a book.
Because really, how can you not?
...so, hang on, is Neil Gaiman a Scientologist? It seems thoroughly at odds with everything of his I've ever written, but I'm seeing people assert it's so, and there seems to be evidence to bear it out?
His Dad was a prominent British Scientologist.
Ha! You are unmasked, Neil!