Chrystalla went out to lunch today and came flying back thirty seconds later: “Kris, come quick! Bill Clinton is next door in the R.M. Williams shop! Here, take my camera phone!” I dropped everything and ran, but alas, Bill had vanished. There were a lot of people milling about and some large SUVs on George Street, so perhaps I just missed him. Damn. Moblogging a picture of me shaking hands with Bill would’ve been too cool.

Later: Holy crap, it was him!