For the first time, I met actress-Lydia Forson last night—-even though we used to be ‘good’ buddies who fell out over conflicting ideas and somehow managed to later find compromising grounds to restructure the friendship. Perhaps, if not because of our fallout, this should have been our 20th meeting…
Fred Nuamah is also in London (he came in from Cannes) and even though we stayed in the same hotel at Cannes, he just can’t seem to get enough of me so he kept bothering me to visit so that we can have our secret dish-Sea Food. Of course that is not true, he left his hard drive with me at Cannes and he needed it, so I had to drop it for him while he is out here.
With a lot of work to be done at my end, I thought it wise to pick Lydia Forson from her posh-Marylebone apartment and head over to Heathrow Airport’s Renaissance hotel, where ‘chicken’ Fred Nuamah has been staying. I wonder the sense in coming to London and staying so close to noisy Heathrow Airport for more than a day, as if you are waiting for an early morning connecting flight.
Driving into Central London no matter whatever time of the day is pretty annoying—and even though I intentionally scheduled to pick Lydia Forson at 9:30pm so I can beat the traffic, I was still a little late. The traffic never seems to die off…
And since Lydia Forson was bored of waiting, she recorded a silly video which she showed me when she jumped into the car. It was not that cold for a Londoner but for the Accra soul, her butt was literally freezing—worst, when we left Fred’s hotel at around 3am.
The about 30 minutes drive with Lydia Forson from Marylebone to catch up with Fred Nuamah was quite interesting as we continued certain conversations we had started in the past, mainly industry improvement conversations.
