Around seven, in the pit of my despair of ever getting into the store, all of the sudden the line lurched forward. Twice and I was in ! He shook my hand, and I wished his hands well after signing all the stuff. I also told him my brother bumped into him about three years in Heathrow. Such was our brief encounter.
I stuck around for a little while, since the line was actually pretty short behind me. Although he had only a few minutes (how did he ever get to the FleetPavillion in time ?), he relaxed again, and graciously let a few more people take posed pictures, even after he got up (and scoped out the new releases, it looked like to me). What a guy ! The MAN, in fact.