I think I'm a lightning rod for minor celebrities. After getting all the story mileage I could possibly get from going to the birthday party for Nuala a few weeks ago, I was in dire need of new celebrity sightings to keep on one-upping Andrew, who was rubbing shoulders with various political types. So last night, Shaunak and I decide to go to King St Wharf for a couple of sociable ales. Our first port of call was the venerable Cargo. As usual, the venue was nice enough, but the place was pretty packed out and there weren't any places to sit down. This quickly accelerated our move out from Cargo towards The Loft. The last time I was at the loft, I was sort of crashing the Yahoo office christmas party, so it was nice to make it in without too much trouble this time (especially since I had the wrong shoes on). So we're hanging around in one of the comfy lounges, drinking down Tibetan and Mediterranean Cocktails, generally having a good time (Of note is the fact that this place has Asahi on tap), when in walks Grant Hackett, Daniel MacPherson and Ian Thorpe amongst a throng of beautiful people. This provided us with a great deal of amusement, as we thought of dumb things to say to them. We ended up deciding to go up to Daniel MacPherson, and shake his hand, saying "Love your work on the Bill!". He seemed to take that gesture with good humour. We talk to him for a bit more, and it turns out he's a ex Sydney Boy, graduating in the same year as me (and he doesn't really know Henry).