... celebrity, celebrity, celebrity?
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...
...Jocky Wilson!
And no, unfortunately, I didn't mean Jackie!
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