Ben Whishaw is (still) stalking me

It was just over a year ago when I first realised that Ben Whishaw was stalking me. And now it seems he's at it again. Walking up Charlotte Street to dinner with some friends and there he is sat outside an Italian restaurant.
He's tried to grow a beard to disguise himself but I knew it was him immediately.
He even lingered over his meal so that in the time it took us to order, eat and pay and retrace our steps he was still sat there as bold as brass slowly tucking into a fancy ice cream dessert.

Ben Whishaw: still stalking

I'm just hoping he doesn't throw anything at me this time when I see him in his play next week at the National.