Tim Minchin never looked more uncomfortable

Detroit Macnamara Airport

So, I'm off the plane sharpish being in seat 5B...that's Business Elite for ya...yeah. As I'm wrapping up the Immigration grilling:

Immigration officer: What's the purpose of your visit?

Me: To see friends.

IO: How do you know them?

Me: Brian is a friend of my brother from the USAF...not that my brother was in the USAF, he was in the RAF. But I'm a good friend of Brian too.

IO: Huh? Been to the States before?

Me: Yes.

IO: When?

Me: When Brian married Robyn and I visited my brother not too long ago.

IO: I was looking for a year...but please, just move on now.

Me: Sorry thanks sorry.

Anyway. There behind me is Tim Minchin. I loitered slightly, and then collared him with...

"It's Tim Minchin, right? I saw you in Wales. Greenman Festival. My wife's good friend Jen is slightly obsessed with you."

I was clearly still in immigration mode.

He muttered something about having a terrible cold and side shuffled towards the loos.

Hint taken. Not a photo opp...so no photo (that I took).

But I did shake his hand. I'll probably get a cold now.