Having led a completely ordinary and non-celebrity lifestyle, much racking of brains has been required to come up with an even half-decent post for this task!
I first considered the possibility of telling the story of the time I spent 45minutes in Luton airport at 3.30am nudging my then boyfriend to insist he must know that girl over there as I really recognised her, only to then achieve a moment of clarity that she was actually in The Bill and I didn't know her at all!
Or the fact that many moons ago when I worked in an old people's home I frequently wiped the bottom of Judi Dench's grandmother, a little old lady by the name of Mrs Timpson who was the epitomy of the sweet looking grandma but who could slap your face soon as look at you.
Neither of the above could really constitute "meeting" an actual celebrity, so in the end I decided to go way back into the annal's of time and talk about the one and only time I have ever had face to face contact, including conversation, with a real live famous person.
Picture the scene... I was a mere slip of a girl, age 10, setting off on my first school trip abroad to the home of all English school children's faraway dreams, France itself! Filled with childish glee and the excitement of getting to go on a big boat, with just children (and the odd teacher of course), to foriegn lands where we may get to meet charming French boys, my little girl cup of happiness was truly overflowing!! Consider then how much more excited we were to find, on boarding the ferry, that not only were we off on the 'adventure of a lifetime' but that there was also a famous person on board, and that we may get to meet them!! Oh, the anticipation!!
Not long into the journey, our wish was granted and we were lucky enough to meet, shake hands with, and get the autograph of the indomitable, the mighty, the fabulous scot himself...
Through work, I've met loads of slebs, some far nicer and much more remarkable than others. But I'm most proud of the fact that I met Trev and Simon off kids' telly when I was 16. And my brother was once in a stage show (as a child) with Matthew Kelly off Stars in Their Eyes. He was a rat to Kelly's Pied Piper.
Welcome to the home of Big Blogger 2007. For the next eight weeks or so we will be watching (well, reading) the housemates as they complete their tasks, eake out a meagre existence, and do everything in their power to convince you, the blogging public, that they should be the ones to win the title of Big Blogger 2007. Who will win? You decide... (I could swear I've heard that before somewhere.)
Click on this link if you require any further clarification. And in case anyone is still utterly confused, here are The Rules.
The Housemates
Check out all the freaky weirdos beautiful specimens we've caged up just for you - and all in the name of entertainment too!
And the newbies too:
The House
It's missing a library, a nail salon and a coffee bar, but other than that it's a design masterpiece. You lucky people!
The Diary Room
Little Blogger AKA Minxy is always about nowhere to be seen, and therefore she won't do you a fantastic line in body stockings. Medium-sized Blogger IS there however and he has the world record for making rollies. So GO! NOW!! Do it, before it's too late!
A Concise History
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Our Links
Huge thanks go to Lucy Pepper for her wonderful illustrations.
Plus, even though he's not blogging anymore, let's remember Watski for coming up with this godawful idea in the first place.
AND, if you've got 300 years spare time on your hands you could use it to re-read the whole of the original 2005 Big Blogger event. Go on, I dare you.
The only other place we should really link to is the official BIG BROTHER website. After all, they're the ones who bought the rights to the concept in the first place; we're just adjusting it for our own purposes. I'm sure they'll understand.
So if you want intellectual stimulation and laughs-a-plenty, stay right where you are. However, if you want boredom, drudgery and maybe some tits and arse, go there instead.
I know where I'm going. Okay, see you later...
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Damn, there goes my Reet Petite gag.
Posted by: bedshaped | Wednesday, 20 June 2007 at 22:06
Through work, I've met loads of slebs, some far nicer and much more remarkable than others. But I'm most proud of the fact that I met Trev and Simon off kids' telly when I was 16. And my brother was once in a stage show (as a child) with Matthew Kelly off Stars in Their Eyes. He was a rat to Kelly's Pied Piper.
Fame and fortune, eh?
Posted by: Cat | Wednesday, 20 June 2007 at 22:15
Hehehe! (pockets stolen gag!) - oooh, that sounds wrong in so many ways!
Yes Cat, I'm not sure how I've lived such an ordinary life with such remarkable brushes with fame!
Posted by: ordinary girl | Wednesday, 20 June 2007 at 22:44
bedshaped stole my line.
I'm jealous of NWM. Trev and Simon?! Swing yer pants! I miss them, saturday morning telly ain't the same these days.
Posted by: Angelalala | Thursday, 21 June 2007 at 10:58
How many people can say they've wiped the arse of Judith Dench's mum?
See, you're a star in your own lunch box!
Posted by: Vi vi vi voom!!! | Thursday, 21 June 2007 at 16:13
How many people can say they've wiped the arse of Judith Dench's mum?
See, you're a star in your own lunch box!
Posted by: Vi vi vi voom!!! | Thursday, 21 June 2007 at 16:13