Actress Emma Laird, 26, rekindles romance with Matt Smith, 42, as pair look loved-up at trendy London bakery
PERFECT MATT-CH Actress Emma Laird, 26, rekindles romance with Matt Smith, 42, as pair look loved-up at trendy London bakery
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ACTRESS Emma Laird seems to have travelled back in time by going on a date with Matt Smith.
The starlet, who at 26 is 16 years Matt's junior, was last week snapped laughing with the former Doctor Who star outside a trendy bakery in North London.
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Actress Emma Laird has been snapped on a date with Matt Smith in London, pictured attending the 28 Years Later film premiere
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Emma laughing with the former Doctor Who star outside a trendy bakery in North London
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The pair seem to have rekindled their romance
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Emma, seen at her 28 Years Later film premiere earlier this month, left, seems to have rekindled her romance with Matt, after the pair were first seen in a clinch outside a pub two years ago.
An onlooker said: 'The pair look relaxed in each other's company as they sat outside and Matt puffed on a cigarette.'
Matt, who stepped down as the sonic screwdriver-wielding Doctor after four years in 2013, has a history of high-profile romances.
He was pictured holding hands with Billie Piper at a Surrey fete in 2006.
She played Rose Tyler in 34 episodes from 2005 to 2008 before returning for one special in 2010 and another in 2013 marking the show's 50th episode.
At the start of the year, Matt was also spotted with Brazilian model Jessica Felix
The two were snapped sharing a snog.
He counts models Daisy Lowe and Mayana Moura among his ex-flames.
He broke up with actress Lily James in 2019 but briefly rekindled their romance the following year.
Matt played Prince Philip in Netflix series The Crown, then landed a starring role in Game Of Thrones spin-off House Of The Dragon as Daemon Targaryen.
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