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Celebrity spots

October 6, 2007

Yes I know I blog about Stephen Fry far too much, but just thought I’d point your attention to his latest enlightening blog entry (blessay as he so cleverly puts it), on his feelings on fame.

His dramatisation of a typical run-in with a Muggle/MOP/Civilian/Punter made me ponder the countless run-ins I’ve had with those ‘blessed’ with being known by more people than average. Most of them have been rather embarrassing. Most of them (I feel) have not shown me in the best of light, but I put this down to my being incredibly self-conscious about being around someone touched with the fame stick, rather than my being a knob. I hope. In fact the only time I think I wasn’t a knob was when I met Diana:

Dame Judy Dench
Walking down Turl Street in Oxford in the rain with my mother, I saw Dame Judy filming Iris. She was waiting to shoot and had an assistant holding an umbrella for her. “Look, Mum! Dame Judy Dench!”
“Where?!” My mother excitedly cried, looking all around us. She was actually about four metres ahead of us. God knows how she couldn’t see her.
“There!” I said, pointing ahead. “Under the umbrella just over there?”
“Where? Where?”
“THERE!” I shouted (by this point she was almost next to us, but stayed where she was, unblinking. What a pro).

Jools Holland
Again in Oxford (they love those dreaming spires, these celebs) I was walking past the Randolf Hotel when coming towards me was non other than Jools Holland. I’m not a huge fan, but thought it was kinda cool to see him. As he approached I launched into an internal debate about whether or not to ask for his autograph. By the time I’d decided to go for it, he’d walked past and into the hotel.

Kevin Whately (Likely Lad and Morse’s mate)
When I was 15/16 I had the rather illustrious career of working for a ‘hippy shop’ (again in Oxford). The shop was going down the pan and so the owner had ordered me out onto the streets to hand out 10% discount vouchers. I’d walk around, head down flyer pointing out for whoever wanted to take it. I went to Gloucester Green because a lot of tourists congregate there because of the bus station and this guy got in my way. We did that silly dance people do when they both go one way and then both go the other. I looked up, rather annoyed as it had lulled me out of the therapeutic thoughtless trance I usually went into when doing this sort of thing, and it was Kevin Whately off Morse.
“Oh! It’s… you!” I said, at a loss for his name (as I usually am. He’s always Lewis off Morse to me).
For some reason I still had my leaflet held out towards him. He looked down at it and shook his head. But I couldn’t move my arm. The flyer stayed there, jutting out like some kind of flag. He must have thought I’d drawn attention to him (it’s Lewis in Oxford for gawd’s sake. How cool is that for the tourists?!), looked rather peeved at me and strode off.

Rolf Harris
At a Borders book signing. It was when I was going thru a slim faze and was H.O.T. (this is relevant for later, trust me). I asked him to do his Rolf’s Cartoon Club drum thingo, and when he did it, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as I remembered as a child. After telling him that both myself and my brother watched him as children his passing words were “You’re a very beautiful young lady.” Which I thought was rather odd (and a bit pervy). Seeing as I’d just established how much of an age gap there was. But he was lovely. Very polite and sweet.

Terry Pratchett
Once at a Waterstones book signing and once in the street. My ex had introduced me to his books and we were doing the Guards, Guards play at college. I’d bought a copy of the book along for him to sign.
“It’s my first one,” I said to him, handing my book over.
“Really? Most people start with Spot The Dog…” He said, oh so wittily. I didn’t really get it til much much later (being a bit star struck).

Then about eight years later he was in town for the Oxford Literary Festival. I was walking down Cornmarket Street in between lectures and saw him walking towards me with his assistant/publisher/lacky. I smiled (because I like him and think he’s cool) and he looked at me as if I was a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe. To be fair, he was already looking rather harassed, but hey, if I’m in a bad mood and someone smiles at me, I at least smile back before returning to the thunder.

That’s all I can think of so far. Oh, and of course, let’s not forget the wondrous disaster that was Anthony Head and Emma Watson.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. WendyWings permalink
    October 7, 2007 12:07 am

    Just came from Stephen Frys blog and decided to comment here.
    You sound like the type of fan that slebs remember if only for the omg factor lol.
    Funnily enough before being directed to Stephens blog today I had just posted a picture of my husband staring at the back of Hugh Lauries head, I only posted it because I accidently found it on Wireimage one day and find it amusing. My husband never ever knows who anyone “famous” is and as it was taken at the Emmys he was rather surrounded that day haha.

  2. BPP permalink
    October 8, 2007 1:21 pm

    I was at the Edinburgh Festival one year and eavesdropped on Bob Mortimer’s missus telling Bob, all under-handed like, that he should ditch Vic Reeves and strike out on his own. I wonder if, thirty-odd years before, a similar conversation was held between Ernie Wise and his interfering wife?

  3. BPP permalink
    October 8, 2007 4:19 pm

    Brusells – keep your bloody hands off our sausages you idle bastards!

  4. Badger Madge permalink
    October 8, 2007 6:36 pm

    Wendywings: Welcome, and thanks for the comment. I feel sorry for your hubbie. He sounds a bit like my mum. She doens’t know anyone – the other day she said that Tom Selleck was a short actor (she obv meant Tom Criuse).

    BPP: Whatever happened to Bob Mortimer?

  5. Badger Madge permalink
    October 11, 2007 7:43 pm

    Oh, forgot: there was also Richard Herring, who very kindly had pizza with us before his stand up show
    http://badgerdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/monkey-porn-monkey-porn-interval-monkey.html

  6. BPP permalink
    October 12, 2007 2:11 pm

    I dunno. Vic ‘n’ Bob have gone a bit quiet of late. I notice he didn’t take her advice, mind. Sensible chap. Like Ernie – follow the gold.

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