Accidental Encounters With The Rich and Famous?

I have met quite a few, the most annoying was Damon Albarn which is probably why I'm obsessed with him, I love to be annoyed. Howard Stern asked me out once, which was odd because I'm not his type (and he's certainly not mine). Regis lives on my street, he jogs by all the time. My cousin dated Madonna's brother, which is as close as I'll get to an actual encounter with that bitch. My cousin also dated the guy from The Pretender, but really, I have no interest in meeting him so it doesn't bother me. I once had a big long chat with James King, who is the model who used to date Kid Rock, on the subway. I've seen people from Big Brother at Barnes & Noble. Timbaland and Mandy from Temptation Island stay in the hotel next to my workplace quite often, we see them a lot. Damon Wayans was staying there the other day and was flirting with us.

I know this is sad, but who? And what were they doing there?

I look down at the credit card receipt, signed "B. Fonda."

A Simple Plan, which turned out to be a fine Coen-esque effort from Sam Raimi, was filming nearby, and tiny Bridget was in it. Now, whenever I see B. getting shagged by Bobby D in Jackie Brown, I think, "I've been within five feet of her." So awesome.

Also, I met Wayne Coyne after a show. Such a nice drug casualty he is.

Erm... seriously. I don't want to meet any more pop stars, they're invariably horribly disappointing in real life. However, the people I'd *REALLY* like to meet are Mick and Phil and Carenza from Time Team. Now them, I would be seriously impressed by. About a year and a half ago, I was wandering up the road, and found a Time Team jeep parked on the corner of the high street. I seriously considered camping out and waiting to see who came back to it, in case they were digging up roman ruins on Finchley Road or something.

It was Cassandra one night, then I saw that Britney girl which really annoyed me. What is she doing here, I thought she lived in like the midwest? Grrr, I read she did some MTV screen test thing so maybe that's why.

I still don't know what Brittany was doing there, it's hard to imagine her actually reading anything. I think I read about her in Allure, she wants to be an actress and lives in LA. Oh yeah, it's so gonna happen for her, Big Brother was so popular and well-loved.

Still less annoying than Jaime, though.

Also, a girl who graduated the year before me and whom I acted in a play with went on to Juilliard, then to play Tammi Littlenut on Comedy Central's "Strangers With Candy." Maria Thayer is her name. Last seen on the now cancelled Al Bundy vehicle "Big Apple" as the nurse.

Hm. That was a lot of nothing, wasn't it? But: y'know Freud's Famous Couch, that the Ratman and Dora etc all lay on. Well it was a BEANBAG with RUGS on. Totally. PLUS: the desk Sigmund actually sat at was completely COVERED in Gonks and Trolldolls and Pokemon. Like a schoolgirl's desk at exam time. OK, they were African Fetishes, same diff, but I mean COVERED. If he was sitting down he couldn't even have SEEN the Ratman. I think he just sat and read the paper, and said, "It was your mother's fault" whenever there was a pause in the sobbing.

There was another evening shortly after college when I found myself at the apartment of Rupert Murdoch's son, James. Or was he at my friend's apartment? The details of that evening are wildly hazy. I remember waking up on someone's floor thinking, "Hmm. Am I still in Massachsetts?"

If so, I met them both on the same day, Earl's Court, London, Friday 7th October 1988.

It's pathetic, I know :).

I always see people at my gym, the Hollywood YMCA. Tobey McGuire, Dermot Mulroney, James LeGros, that sort of actor. I hear Denzil Washington and George Clooney go there, but I've yet to spot them.

When I was a teenager Bono was passing in a limosine slowly on the main street, and he wound down the window and looked at me. I sneered at him and he looked crestfallen.

I saw Jarvis Cocker on bike yesterday. Thom Yorke and the Radioheads on a bus. Debbie Harry when seven waiting to do the Muppet Show in home town (England's Hollywood). Gave cheek to Harrison Ford as a ten year old (told him that Temple of Doom wasn't as good as Raiders - like he gave a fuck). But low rent celebrities. You can't beat Jacqui Brambles for that. And of course the entire cast of Real World London - cos I worked on that abomination of a TV show.

The only thing I'm really impressed by is running into random stars of indie music at the studio. Stereolab, Arab Strap, Luke Haines... it all gets a bit disconserting after a while. At our last rehearsal, we went upstairs to the lounge to pay, and there were these two good- looking women sitting talking on the couch. We carried on skylarking with the C6 lads as we usually do, noticing that the C6 boys were being a bit... subdued and very professional, which is rather unusual of them. Then we realised the two women chatting in French on the couch were actually *Stereolab*. I felt really stupid after that.

This doesn't affect how I view him as an artist- in fact, maybe it makes him a better artist, because he is such an emotionally stunted freak, and emotionally stunted freaks often write more interesting and honest accounts of their own emotionally stunted freakdom.

You poor dear! That was what put me off the Real World, it was just so terrible. Anyone who had to be around them for more than 10 minutes has my deepest sympathies.

My cousin went out with the girl in the Flake advert with the gypsy caravan. And my other cousin allegedly had a date with Scott Baio (my uncle and aunt had a house in America, see) but this may be False Sleb Memory Syndrome.

Oh, and Clare Short stole my taxi.

As a rule of thumb, I almost never fancy singers- I almost invariably fancy bassists or guitarists. Unless the singer is a total weirdofreak like Bobby G or Thom Y. But those sole exceptions prove the rule!

Probably not, Scott Baio is known for dating 45% of North America. Charles in Charge would put me off though.

Now I've scraped that barrel.

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I am, an all seriousness, very jealous. I've supported Inner City Unit, and the late Robert Calvert. I figured this was too obscure for "rich & famous", tho'

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My ex-coworker Eric said he was friends with Leonard Cohen (his - Eric's - dad studied with him at McGill and apparently he's a pretty big presence in Cohen's bio) and knew Melissa Auf Der Maur of Hole, 'cause they had the same guitar teacher.

Charles Barkley almost ran me over with a car once. He cursed at me and then I cursed at him and then I realised he was Charles Barkley and was like, "Oh, you're Charles Barkley?" and he's all "Hell yeah" and then I just kept walking.

We also represented Jackie "the Jokeman" Martling, and my encounter with him was accidental -- I was coming back from lunch, glanced into the conference room and Jackie the Jokeman was sitting there.

Uuuuhhh... my most bizarre celebrity encounter was running into Dougie out of Travis at a Life Without Buildings show in Camden. When I ran over like a little fangirl to say hi, he actually *knew* who my band was and started raving about how much he enjoyed our song "Hello, Dougie" (the infamous girlpunk cover of "Why Does It Always Rain On Me") *THAT* was a mindfuck I could not get my head around.

OK, now *that* was serious namedropping. 40 lashes with a wet Thom Yorke.

From the bus today, I saw Mark Perry. He was walking towards the Elephant looking most peeved. He (I am guessing) is neither rich nor famous but he is MARK PERRY! It was all I could do to stop myself shouting "Life's about as wonderful as a record mart!" or "It's a sker-eww up!" at him. But I managed.

I nicked Mark Gardner of Ride's drink, and was complicit in the calling of Andy Bell a cunt.

But leave poor Mark Gardener's drinks alone!!! Humph!

I want to go to Oxford. Will pester Paul... or perhaps go BY MYSELF this Thursday! Weh-hoo!

My mother and I were chatting on the phone when she mentioned that she had popped into a pub not far from my flat. The fact that she had started frequenting my local was in itself a revelation of some concern to me, but more was to come. She had struck up a conversation with a young couple after a semi-introduction from a friend of a friend. A teacher at a girls school for twenty years, she chatted easily with the girl for some forty minutes: about her handmade jewellery business, their impending move to Covent Garden and so on, while the boyfriend was happy to sit and listen. Really, they were both very nice. As an afterthought she mentioned that the boyfriend, Alex, played in a local band.

Had I heard of Blur?

Well, the things is that I really need to know where to meet (pub, restaurant, etc) or where does Brian Molko lives.... you see...I'm going to travel to U.K. soon and I'd love to meet him, in fact, that's a big dream for me... =))

Hope you could help me, but if you can't, anyway, I'm totally gratefull at you guys, for your time and plus, 'cause I had a great time reading your posts. =)

Good luck to all of you

Love

Flor.-

PS: Please, excuse my bad english =( thanx =)

Months later found out that it was the CV guy and while I would still not have opened my bottom for him, I would like to have seen the flat of an old post punk legend.

Then he finished his beer and got on stage.

And later that night he and I tagteamed Uma.

Chloe Sevigny and Paul Kaye coming into Madame Jo Jos about two seconds after Nick's gig there had finished. Fuck was he cross he didn't see them, 'cos they turned straight around when they discovered music was over.

At a Beck show was kissing boyfriend on balcony, only to turn around to see my pal Graham who co-wrote Father Ted blushing away in the company of Peter Baynham and Mr Christopher Morris. CRINGE.

Liam Gallagher tried to mate his fuzzy black coat with my fuzzy white coat, stood next to me at last Manics-with-Richie show. I don't like Oasis but he was fucking gorgeous, has the startled Peter O' Toole eyes thing, so...

Gwen Stefani pokes me on shoulder at weird Blur gig where Spice Girls invaded stage to say, 'are those the fucking Spice Girls?'

Gormless girls from college went to do open-mic gig at Speakeasy in Village. They are taking pictures of selves in front of venue afterward. Friend and I are sitting on steps of felafel store, eating our dinners. Keith Richards and Billy Idol come out of Scrap Bar opposite and shout, 'why don't you take pictures of someone FAMOUS?'

other people's houses:

Hugo Speer from the Full Monty getting baked in my friend's front room.

Kathleen Hanna getting baked in my friend's kitchen.

Weird thing about Bill Murray is we spotted him and started to get closer and then he was gone. It was strange. He de-materialized or something.

best i can do is Claire Danes and her boyf on melrose in LA (didn't recognise either of them to be honest) and then, 10 minutes later in golden apple, Allyce Beasley (miss DiPesto from moonlighting)

the following saturday, crossing across sauchiehall street I see jim delahunt again. I shout "how am I doing??" and he waves to me. I continue to the horseshoe bar where bernard ponsonby asks me if my surname is spanish.

after my brother's graduation, we are leaving est est est on glasgow's bothwell street. jim white and family are about to enter.

the british open at st. andrews a few years ago. I haven't slept from the day before and am sort of hungover and stale feeling. I encounter archie macpherson doing laps around the practice green. after I tell him who he is he tries to shake my hand.

I OWN THIS THREAD.

And about 10 years ago I saw Izzy Stradlin on a bicycle riding down the Uxbridge Road. (It might not have really been him)

Next day at work, I mention what happened. No one knows who he is.

me?

courtney love
bobby gillespie
kevin shields
gowan
sandy from big brother (strangely the one i got most excited about and shouted 'hey it's sandy from big brother' in the middle of selfridges, where he works....)
j mascus
liam gallagher and his roadies (who both tried to pick up sophie and sophie, underneath ultra violet lights, pointed out the cocaine which was glowing under their noses)
tony viscounti
liv tyler
chris sheppard
richard ashcroft (don't know if that counts...just stared whilst my friend tony rolled him a joint)
jason spaceman and kate radley (scored pot off of my friend tony)
kevin spacey (he asked my friend tony for a special favour)
eric's trip (showed off my neil young records that i bought, and tutted them having to pay loads more for their neil yougn albums (which i got for much cheaper) and then went to the gig and yelled out, look look, someone bought julie doiron a gift, a big gift, as she placed a box of merchandise on their table. saw bob dylan walk by very frightened, a load of third rate indie bands, hmmm....hmmmm....who else? kate moss. *arched eyebrow* hmmm...hmmm....sophie mentions loads of celebs but they are english celebs so i have no clue - though i did call someone out for budding in line at budgens, i think it was a well known television presenter in crouch end.

the end!

when i was a baby, we used to live in a housing project in toronto, and next door, lived aretha franklin's third cousin, who was my mother's best friend and i had my photograph taken with aretha holding me.

j mascis was the most boringness...

luckily i don't remember him AT ALL

i partied with sloan, got drunk and told them all to fuck off because i hated their band. i was going through issues at the time.

same thing happened with my friend tony and k_v_n s_____Y only i think he wanted chatted wtih him aurually. he never did. though i told him it would be glamorous if he did. and i think i was as well, SHOCK, smoking cigarettes.

alex from blur once told tony that he was beautiful and looked like a young syd barrett and tried to get him to come to the aftershow party at blur...!!

and this weekend, i was chatting wtih bill scienkeiwics of new mutants,/electra art fame. though he tried to deny it - it was obvious it was him.

note to reader - she never slept with any of them.

i once shouted 'feel my rage' at trent reznor.

and the oddest story was about the ramones, my friend dustin jumped off a bridge, in a dare, smashed his knee to hell, was at the hospital, he was high on drugs that he had given him, he went out to buy a soda on crutches, when a limo pulled up (the ramones played london, ontario that night) and it was joey, he gave a ride back to the hospital and gave him 50.00.

He wishes, he just has the knack and the charm for bringing out the gay in stars.

I saw that guy from Auteurs in an old man pub having a drink with the guy from Jesus and Mary Chain.

hahahaha!

dustin bought ron jeremy a beer. i emailed the guy who wrote 'don't go in the woods'

i like the stories in this thread.

(Thinks: shameless namedroppers, the lot of them!)

of course, i told ch____di, she should sleep with leonard, as it would be glamorous...!!!

(* Not true, but I get the feeling he'd like to.)

5-5, 7-7: their beautiful symmetry.

I left this goofy airport security bomber jacket of mine over Rufus Wainwright's house after a drunken party one night. I saw him wearing it at a bar a couple of weeks later and he was really disappointed that I wanted it back. "Oh, sure, Goofus, take it, it's yours, whatever you want, baby."

I guess the second one wasn't really accidental. But it involved a coat.

they were wearing big furry hats.

they looked alien. it was here in rotterdam, holland.

I was getting lunch.

She never even said sorry, yo. It really pissed me off.

The hotel is a great place though for this sort of thing. John Stamos stayed there a few weeks ago when he did Caberet and hit on me when I was talking to one of the girls at the front desk. All I could think was, "Isn't his wife like hot or something? I'M AS OLD AS KIMMY GIBBLER!" Timbaland is there all the time, I always see him and get to go, "Hey, what up?" which is glamorous because then everyone thinks I'm good friends with Timbaland.

Y'know, Uncle Jesse always seemed like he was on the verge of macking on Kimmy. He just struck me as a sleazy perv.

I have also shoved Noel Gallagher in the street but I told a few people that story at the last ILX meet up so it's stale now.

Oh, and Liam Neeson and wife live by my house, I see them sometimes, Liam once called up to question his rent bill. I found that amusing. Arguing over the CAM, these bloody cheap rich people. They like to eat dinner sometimes at Santa Fe, which is on 67th St so if you are looking for Liam Neeson you should go there.

Haven't seen Bobby in a few weeks, unfortunately. Though I did run into Jarvis Cocker shopping on Upper Street. It really was strange the way I so nearly went up and said hello, thinking "Oh, I know you" before realising, no, I don't know him, that's the REAL Jarvis Cocker.

Had my first taste of it at a show about a week ago or so. This girl kept STARING at me, until I was concerned I had spinach in my teeth or something. Then she came up to me and started asking if I'd been in Paris recently, and things like that, clearly trying to figure out where she knew me from. I was too polite to say that I was 90% sure I'd seen her at a Lollies gig. But it was very funny in a "gosh, now I know how it feels sort of way."

But, obviously, it's not enough of a concern to make me STOP flipping out and shooting my mouth off online.

Also at the same gig, Paul Thomas Anderson was lurking around somewhere. Only caught a small glimpse of him.

I've met a number of "famous" people, including David Byrne*, but it was never accidental. Well, I did come home one night to find Bill Bailey in my living room, but that's about as unexpected as it gets.

* Keith and I went and harassed him backstage after his recent Melbourne show. He was hoity and disinterested, so we forced him to sign Keith's copy of Remain In Light. Ha!

My sister and I were shopping in London and we were walking down this narrow street when we had to stop because some people getting in a taxi. It was raining and sister-o-mine had an umbrella but I didn't. These people got into the taxi and the door started to close and my sister who was in front of me passed through the now emergent gap and then I tried to follow her but then the taxi door swung open and banged my elbow causing me to shout a big fat "Twunt" into the taxi. When I caught up with my sister she said "Did you see that was Roger Moore?". Sans umbrella, the rain was a bit to persistant to see who anyone was let alone Roger Moore.

If I had realised that it *was* him then I would have said "I'm very disappointed with you 007", of course.

There's a 'the snack you can eat between meals without ruining your appetite' gag in there somewhere...

I saw Janeane Garafalo at the grocery store with some bloke I also recognized, but whose name I can't remember - also Mary Tyler Moore. Nearly ran over Teri Hatcher who darted out in front of my car (I had the green light, silly cow), and sat at a table behind Gabriel Byrne and his children at the Hamburger Hamlet on Sunset - he was charming and winked at me when I said hello.

Kicked Sebastian Bach in the knee one night at a club when I was 18 (and anyone still knew who he was) accidentally; Tone Loc stopped to talk to me for a moment outside the building I work in (didn't realize who he was until just as he left); and I see Angelyne ALL the time (though she's more of a pseudo-celeb, isn't she?) Also, am currently being stalked by Dave Matthews (operating under friend Gina's theory that if you see them more than three times, they're obviously stalking you).

There are more, though I can't think of them - but my main claim to fame (um, er, yeah) was that I used to babysit for David Soul's daughter frequently, and he was a cunt. Still is, I imagine.

Today I had to send some mail to 1rvin@ W@lsh. He is teaching in the same college & building where I work. I got this notice that he needed some books for his class and I thought there must be some mistake.

I could've sworn I locked eyes with Allison Janney here, right around the time this was originally posted.

Keith Richards - middle school, while waiting on 4th b/w Bway and Lafayette, in line to meet Megadeth (hey, it was middle school) - he comes out of the building and gets into a cab

Ben Affleck - in college, circa Chasing Amy, he (and, apparently, Matt Damon, tho I never saw him) is at his brother's society (co-ed frat-like-but-less-so)'s party, which has run out of champagne. I'm in a tiny doorway upstairs with him, waiting for the last of the hush-hush alcohol and have a short conversation. Pretty nice and unpretentious.

Dave Matthews - Not completely accidental, I talked to him briefly at a Tim Reynolds show at Fez in 95 (the rest of the band was there too). He drew me a self-portrait (apparently he does this a lot). He talked to a guy I knew for 30+ minutes about songwriting. Later, I shared a urinal next to him.

Jeff Buckley - also at Fez, as it happens. i was seeing a random singer there (another friend of Dave Matthews). She said a friend was going to perform. The place goes black. The voice comes out of nowhere. 30 seconds later, the blue light comes up on him at the mic.

Bass player from the Spin Doctors - two times, once on his bike in Battery Park City, once at a Phish show

(whose face melts off in the first indiana jones)

i didn't recognise him!! :(

her art wz about aliens and mermaids, it wz nice

My father has met a number of celebs, though, notably Celine Dion (in 1993) and Gloria Estefan (in 1995). Celine was lovely to him, but Gloria was a bit difficult.

Does Dan Rostenkowski count? If so, sure, I caught ol' Dan looking way tired and pissed off on Lake Street near the Thompson Center about a year or two ago.

Does Chris Zorich (da Bears) count? If so, I found myself eating lunch next to his table at the Aon Center a few months ago.

Does Michael Moore count? If so, I watched the screening of Bowling for Columbine at the Music Box in '02, sitting about 5 feet from him.

I have more (Teenage Fanclub at the Rainbo in '91? You bet! Mike Mills at Marie's Riptide Lounge in the early '90s? Check!), but they're equally as stupid as these....

do i qualify for the biggest name-dropper thread yet?

Somehow I'm not surprised.

She smelled nice.

Bus.

The best encounter there was getting to assist in the wrapping of assorted sundries for Ms. Lauren Bacall, who stood there dressed to the nines holding a small yappy dog and smiling benignly but regally at all of us as we busied about assembling her holiday purchases. I think that was the only time I've actually been star-struck; I mean, I was standing feet away from Humphrey Bogart's wife. I was running through in my head all of her movies, all the people she'd known and places she'd been, and just kind of marveling that our existences on the planet had somehow managed to occupy adjacent space, however briefly. When one of the clerks asked for the delivery address, she just cocked an eyebrow and the clerk said, "Oh, the Dakota, of course."

I saw Simon from Pop World in HMV on Oxford Street, and page 3 stunner Jo Gu_st.

I did see someone who could have been a memeber of the Kings of Leon, as he had silly facial hair and the same silly hair style.

bruce hornsby shopped at the record store i used to work at, but was always kind of a jackass. once he bought 'nellyville' after loudly pointing out to his kids that daddy was on the cover of relix magazine. also i saw him buying triscuits and oj at the grocery (i'm not a stalker).

meh.

The most recent.. My sister works backstage in a theatre, I went to the stage door to give her a lift home, I walk in and there is Gillian Taylforth. She smiles a hello, and I say, "Is amanda around?" (she points left and I go).

"you think you're FUNNY? well you're NOT FUCKING FUNNY, NOT FUCKING FUNNY AT ALL"

What a twat, the guy wasn't even mocking him harshly. Another encounter occurred recently in the pub when Keating and his mates were being allowed to stay for a lock-in, presumably cos they're famous.

A friend of mine, lets call him NC, who is something of a nutcase, started shouting at Keating/Barstaff incoherently and rudely enough I guess "oh so if you're famous you get to break the law, why don't I tell the local police about this, or would I say it best, if I say nothing at all, yeah life is a rollercoaster, but you wouldn't know about that Ronan, cos pubs stay open specially for you and your mates"

I felt a bit bad until one of the mates started making smug comments back, at which point I felt less bad.

Actually, there are loads. The worst one is living with the knowledge that my cousin, a one-time celeb, briefly saw Mick Hucknall.

Now there would be a movie.

Anthea Turner and Gordon Kennedy and the entire lottery crew wwere having a dry run for the lottery, the week before the first draw, in Brentford shopping centre. Dawn and I ignored them and went into the restaurant on the balcony (how much would people have paid to get the numbers drawn that day?). Then, 15mins later, AT, GK, Mystic Meg and the crew all walked in. And AT got her fajitas before I got mine..!!..

http://www.a1-valet-services.co.uk/graphics/jpg/irvine.jpg

I used to work for those IMO carwashes, where you give the windscreen a good clean and the bumper too, before guiding the car into the carwash. You'd then clean the back windscreen too, and definitely not forget to lift the brush over those rear windows with a vertical wiper, as the brush would wrap around it, and wrench the thing out of the windscreen and the window with it. This would be a bad thing. Esepcially if you forgot because you'd gone back inside to eat your tasty Chicken and Mushroom pot noodle.

Anyway, that is how I came to wash Anna's iccle Fiat. I also starred in the national leaflet campaign for the IMO chain. Luckily, this leaflet has not bee seen by many. My mum has a copy though, and I look awful in it.

Big up for the Gulab though :)

Did he say "It's Feiger Time!"?

http://www.arc-carwash.co.uk/images/Image11.jpg

Winter was cold and icy, but the tips at Xmas were great; I went in on Xmas eve 1992 to say hello to my former comrades (having gone to be fancy at University etc) and helped them out for a mbit until a queue died down; it never did until we shut 8 hours later, by which point we'd made 300 quid in tips. Hurrah!

anyone surprised?

I did too, at the memorial service for David Tudor.

I practically know him.

I was almost run over by Rush's Geddy Lee in his Landrover once. It was in Toronto - he was coming out of a Starbucks and I was crossing in front of him (legally, I might add). Fucker.

Another time I was looking at glasses in a shop in Camden. The over-eager dude there was gloating about how all sorts of famous brit-pop stars get their glasses there. Yeah, right - I think. As I leave the shop I bump into some guy that looks like Chris Martin. I look left and see Gwenyth Paltrow, so it was obviously him. Some little girl came up for his autograph and he was really nice about it. The girl completely ignored Gwenyth.

Leroy Thornhill and Sara Cox nearly ran my brother over once.

Ran into Donald Sutherland when I was 11 and he was waiting for the same flight to Geneva as me and my family. He was very cool.

Briefly lived round the corner from Bob Geldof - we used to visit the same baker and he was always polite and friendly about being recognised. Sadly, I moved again before we could start going to the pub together and chasing girls.

Met Tony Curtis when I was 3. Didn't know who he was at the time but still remember it well as we were at an amazing beach in the South of France.

Accompanied my dad to the gym and swimming pool he used regularly back in the 80s. My brother and I saw George Michael while swimming and pestered him for hours while he pathetically tried to deny his identity. But I had faith it was him and I was right!

Most recently, I shared a train to Manchester with the guy who plays the elder brother of confused Todd in Corrie (back at Manc uni, everyone but me would regularly spot cast memebrs from both Corrie and Hollyoaks). On my last birthday, the guy who plays Dev in Corrie stopped me as I was getting the train at Piccadilly Station to London because he thought he recognised me. I haven't hooked up with Maria or Candice yet, but I'll let y'all know.

(Not all that accidental a story, so links have been left out to protect the innocent) My mum 'somehow' got Jermaine Jackson to help out on a charity project she did a few years back. He ended up befriending my parents In '94, when Janet was in London for the Janet Tour, Katherine, Randy and Rebbie and her 2 kids came over to my house. And hung out for days. Katherine took on my second little brother in Scrabble - I think they drew even. Right after I went back to school, Mum met Janet - I was livid with jealousy. Jermaine phoned just before I left for Ghana.

Argh, right there with you, I was born in Irvine raised in Dalry, pleased to be living in London. Derek at Orion records was okay though

Did you make him fix your nappy?

(Sorry)

also, our team thrashed Darren Hayman's team in a pub quiz in the stow.

Ex-st mirren keeper ludovic roy (once voted the best keeper in britain, I believe) came into my work today.

Precisely why most photos show her bent over.

mom: I don't know that movie clip.
me: in and out
me: kevin kline
mom: didn't see it
me: oh it's really good!
me: joan cusack is in it
mom: kline irritates me easily
me: awww
me: he's a st louisan
mom: OHHH--I remember meeting a guy at IU named Kevin Kline in 1970 when I went over there for the Little 500. I don't know why I remember except that I asked him how to spell the last name. I think KK went to IU.
me: I think you might be right
me: !
me: yep
me: http://imdb.com/name/nm0000177/bio
mom: It was at a party.
me: haha dish the dirt!
mom: Well, it's kind of embarrassing. I was wearing shorts and sitting next to him. He kept rubbing my leg, and after a while he said "instead of keeping the conversation going you should just tell a guy to stop doing what he's doing if you don't like it." Is that embarrassing??? My only defense is that I was a Freshman--he seemed much older. It was helpful advice though!!
me: omg that's great!
mom: My roommate at ISU had taken me along and it was a party with people she had known from high school. She ran with a very cool crowd.
me: wow
me: and does that have anything to do with him annoying you as an actor?
mom: I don't think so, although it does annoy me that he married Phoebe Cates--isn't she much younger than him? Guys who marry much younger women always make me suspicious as to their maturity for some reason.
me: yeah
mom: I liked him in the Big Chill originally, although when I see it in reruns it seems sappy.
mom: Did you ever see that Anniversary Party that is mentioned in his bio? http://imdb.com/title/tt0254099/
me: no
mom: It's not good, but you should see it. haha
mom: LA life.
me: ah

My dad had a terrible run-in this week with Alan Dershowitz, of all people. He owns an apartment in my parents building, and my dad was taking the dog for a walk in the morning. It opens on one of the floors and this little girl starts to get in and then hesitates. My dad then hears this man screaming from down the hall, "HOLD THE DOOR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HELP WITH ALL THIS LUGGAGE!" at the girl, who was still hesitating (trying to do the right thing). Finally my dad says, "I'll tell you what. You take the elevator and I'll wait for the next one." The last image he had was this girl with tears streaming down her face packed into the elevator with her douche bag dad and a ton of luggage. My dad was upset all day.

What did he do that was annoying? I know he could just be and accomplish it, but I have all these scenarios playing out in my head.

That took a lot of chutzpah.

Bill Murray once asked me for change of a dollar on Madison Avenue and 92nd street.

bs

Also, I forgot to mention that I saw Mathieu Kassovitz, also at King's Road Cafe, yesterday. He seemed pleasant.

Did you ask him about new hip up and coming young artists?

I'd have rabbit-punched him, but he might have blown my CIA cover.

It was the most exciting thing to happen to my old primary school since the war. Even more so than when Maxi Priest turned up in 1992.

What's funny about him is he appeared on Saturday Night Live and there was this sketch where he had written a tell-all book criticizing a bunch of political people and the names were all changed to protect anonymity. For instance, Bob Dole became "Dob Bole" and Steve Forbes became Teve Torbes. It was so funny! He kept making Teve Torbes out to be this verile cool guy when in real life Steve Forbes really looks and talks like a dweeby geek.

So when I saw him the first thing I thought was "Teve Torbes!" I didn't say anything, but he looked at me like he was excited that I was recognizing him, maybe.

After a few minutes of contemplation, Mark and Elinor thought better of it, and headed off. He did pause to admire a Mk 1 Honda Civic that was parked opposite though...

My mom, ticket agent at LaGuardia airport, had High-Pitched Eric as her baggage handler for a year or so. She has met way more exciting people than myself; she once had Mugsy Bogues call my brother and wake him up for school, asked Eric Clapton if she could play with his gameboy (declined).

Busta Rhymes almost hit me with his gigantic car outside of my house. I couldn't figure out why he looked familiar and concluded I must have gone to high school with him (incorrect).

When I lived in Salford, I saw him coming out of a bookies on the Lower Broughton Road a few times, always looking fairly glum, though I guess that's no firm indication of whether he'd lost a bet or not.

Incidentally, the train that I met him on ended up being a non-stop train to the wrong destination, so I had to ride the trains for an extra three hours.

Early summer last year, We all went up to Belsay Hall. As we have English Heritage memberships, we've done a fair amount of going round old houses/mansions, big paintings on the walls, racks of books in bookcases, furniture behind thick decorous ropes, you get the picture.

This was different, as instead they had invited all the top fashion designers to install an art piece in one room each. Zandra Rhodes, Alexander McQueen, Stella Mac, Viv West, nearly everyone you could think of created 'art spaces'. On entering one of the halls, Amber and Alice had spotted a sheepdog, not much older than a pup, tied to a rail. They made a fuss of each other, the dog called "Red" eager to please, doing the 'sit' 15 times a minute.

Anyway, at one of the smaller halls was one of the bigger rooms, with an exhibit of a horse, made by hanging curtains of scharovski crystals (with sponsorship signs dotted around), and quite spectacular with the one shaft of light from an uptop open window. Dawn nudges me and says "Isn't that Stella McCartney over there?" and it was. Now, we'd bought the souvenir postcard pack, and Dawn wondered about getting the horse card signed. I suggested that actually, as it's obviously a low key visit, and most people had either not noticed or were too shy, probably best not to. (I'd seen how the three from New Order that arent Barney went from being casually noticed at a J&MC gig to getting swamped after one person was braveenough to ask).

Anyhow, a little later, we were entering one room as Stella was leaving another, so Dawn 'whispered' "I love your horse by the way". "Oh, thanks!" smiled Stel, and hugged her quickly. Afterwards, Dawn asked me "Was that OK?" "Yeah, of course!"

Anyhow, further/later, I'd gone to the main gate to get a poster of the exhibition, but they'd run out. On walking down the hill, Alice says "Oh look, there's Red again", chasing a ball. Thats when I saw that Dawn, Stella and Amber were full in conversation while playing with the dog. We stayed chatting for about 10 mins/1/4 hour about all sorts. What struck me was how Stella and Dawn were quite similar in a lot of ways, both being the same age. She was very complimentary about Amber's hair, remarking that her sister was dark haired although she was red herself, a bit like Amber and Alice.

I heared her say something about how difficult it was getting a good photo of the horse, so I said, "Oh , I took one, let me check" getting my camera out. (I never really thought about it..) but on checking, I said "Ah, no it's not that good" and put the camera away. I think she wondered if I was trying to get a 'quick photo' but actually, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind, and in any case I wouldn't have anyway.

Amber was quite keen to throw the ball for the dog, so Stella showed her how to bat the ball a distance using the tennis racket she had. But, Amber is a girlie and cannot hit a ball ten paces, so Stella tried to show her how by standing in front and throwing the ball to her. There was a moment I thought Amber was going to hit her a glancing blow, but no. Although, it wasn't until much later that it occured to me that a black eye would probably have made the front pages (She'd only that day announced she was expecting).

Anyway, we said cheerio, and she went back to her Family picnic, and we went home.

I did wonder if she'd pick Amber as a name for her kid, and actually not wanting that! (It was a boy in the end).

So, more recently, she was in Heat mag with Gwinneth, and I pointed the pic to Amber saying "You remember Red the Dog, and the lady?" "Oh, she famous then?" so I told her about the fashion designing, and how she'd complimenter her hair, to which she felt quite proud of herself. Oh, and eventually, pointed out Paul in the film "Help" and said that was her dad.

The end.

that does not count

if james e l who started this thread accidentally encounters e l james who wrote 50 shades of grey i hope he will report it here.

If Michael JAckson's ghost even encounters the throbbing phallus of eternity I hope he learns his messon

This doesn't really count, i suppose, but I met a girl tonight who is totally Claire Danes' doppelganger. She's from LA too.

I once met Claire Danes' doppelganger's doppelganger.

(at a bowling alley in Detroit, no less)

i thought gabbneb's post was going to be more claims about his heigl-lohan girl.

Gosh I have met many famous people, I forget ...
The most recent.. My sister works backstage in a theatre, I went to the stage door to give her a lift home, I walk in and there is Gillian Taylforth. She smiles a hello, and I say, "Is amanda around?" (she points left and I go).

― mark g (mark g), Tuesday, 2 March 2004 13:36 (8 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Funnily enough, I got told about a year later, that after I left, G asks my sister "And who was that nice young man then?"

Wait, what was Claire Danes doing in a bowling alley in Detroit?

what do people do in bowling alleys?

They Bowl, Jasper my good friend...

otm

Wait, what was Claire Danes doing in a bowling alley in Detroit?

At the time (like 1997 i think), she was involved w/ indie-folk 90s dude Ben Lee, who had a gig that night at a club in the same building. I was w/ a friend killing time b/w bands at another gig in an adjunct club, and the four of us ended up in the same seating area, conjoined b/w two bowling lanes. She was nice, but didn't say a whole lot. Ben Lee was actually pretty supercool & funny, which I guess you'd have to be to look like he does and date Claire Danes for any length of time. All of us were indeed bowling, albeit poorly.

Wait, how do you have enough time between bands at a show for a whole game of bowling?

well, it's all in the same building - and you know, that was 1997. Folks had different priorities back then. If standing in a congested line to swap yr shoes back meant that you missed the first five minutes of the Ganger gig, well, we were prepared to live with the consequences of the choice that we made to bowl. And if in choosing to bowl, you end up bowling with Claire Danes, you might not even regret missing the first ten minutes of the Ganger show. That's only like half a song for them anyway.

Hahahaha, I would say fair enough, except I never got to see Ganger, so boo you. Bad priorities.

I met up with a high school/university friend last night who I've just gotten back in touch with after a couple of decades. He reminded me of something that I have no recollection of whatsoever (but he's very clear on this, and I have no reason whatsoever to question the accuracy): that as we left a screening of Apocalypse Now at Toronto's regal (and long-gone) University Theatre in '79 or '80, we passed Wilt Chamberlain leaving an adjacent bar or hotel.