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This happened just yesterday. Let me start by saying I am a MASSIVE Dresden Dolls fan, and an even bigger Neil Gaiman fan. Last night my girlfriend, two mates and I took in a show in the Johannesburg Maropeng District. For those of you who don't know, this area is a vibey hotspot of trends, cinema, dramatics, food and culture right in the heart of the Johannesburg CBD.

After the show we're relaxing in the hotel lobby enjoying a beer and chatting. My friend happens to notice a French Stephen King book lying on a desk nearby. Not entirely out of place in an area beset by hipsters and the "cultural elite" of Johannesburg. Finding this somewhat amusing I pick up the book and in an exaggerated French accent I begin to read, making an arse of myself as I am often wont to do in front of my friends. 

Out of the corner of my eye walks a tall lady past our group. My friends turn and comment on her great performance, and having just seen a show I assumed it was one of the actresses. Turning briefly to acknowledge her, I loudly exclaim, "Bonjour!" in her general direction, and continue to read from the book. 

Upon leaving my friends start to chat about how cool Amanda Palmer is and how chill she is with fans. I curiously inquire as to the possibility of a local actress named Amanda Palmer because the chances of THE Amanda Palmer staying in an unassuming hotel in the heart of Johannesburg on a night I happened to be there is surely impossible. They look at me a bit befuddled and say, "The woman you just said, Bonjour, to was THE Amanda Palmer, in town for a discreet show last night." My face just fell. One of my heroines had casually walked past me and I took no notice. I could kick myself. I could cry. I have never been so angry with myself as I am right now.
<bot>: Encountered Amanda Palmer in the middle of Johannesburg and casually went about my business, missing an opportunity to meet a personal heroine of mine.