This afternoon we were walking through Mayfair (which I can never do without getting “Werewolves of London” in my head), each of us lazily eating a Cornetto, when we passed by Claridge’s. There was a swarm of gawkers and paparazzi and a small fleet of cabs and a limo waiting out front, so we wandered up about twenty feet farther and waited to see who it was. Suddenly, the doors opened and bulbs were flashing and everyone was shouting, “Sarah! Sarah!” and it was none other than ol’ Goblin Shoulders herself, with a truly ridiculous ball of black lace atop her head. Nick, his mouth full of ice cream, shouted with glee, “It’s Sarah Jessica Ray Parker Jr!” and then, louder, “OI! OI! ARE YOU EXCITED ABOUT GHOSTBUSTERS 3?”