I encounter the terrifying Tywin Lannister on the way to the lido. But will he pay his debts?

LAST week, having told the planet about Alastair Campbell’s magnificent abs (like perfect pink cobblestones), I was very excited about bumping into him at the Lido. So I scooted down there in my friend’s car and, well — there was some bumping, but not the kind I wanted.

- Rob Rinder

After arriving in the car park and mentally preparing myself for the plunge, I opened the door and — all at once — there was a sickening crunch of metal on metal, as car met car. Someone had come into the side of us.

I leapt out of the car, waiting for a colossal bruiser to start throwing punches (and all I’ve got is a black belt in origami). But I felt a very real chill shimmy down my spine as the other driver emerged. For who should get out in dark glasses but Lord Tywin Lannister — dread tyrant of telly’s Game of Thrones — who happens to be played by Lido-loving Charles Dance, the wonderful actor who is absurdly good looking (not just for his age) and oozes phwoar with a soupçon of terror (like all the sexiest men).