It’s lunchtime on a glorious Sunday and London is at its very best. From my rooftop position, I can see boats chugging along the Thames, a sun-soaked St Paul’s, and Ncuti Gatwa yelling ‘breasts!’ at Michaela Coel — who almost, accidentally, flashes the whole of the South Bank.
The pair — of actors, not breasts — fall apart laughing as Coel’s stylist tapes her back in. Their booming laughter has everyone there giggling along with them. And not for the first time today, either. Much like the city’s skyline, Gatwa and Coel are on top form. Their infectious energy could be because we’re here today to celebrate the climax of a year-long project, or possibly, because it also happens to be Gatwa’s 31st birthday.
