Erk...
I'm a journalist and one day I was interviewing Temuera Morrison, the actor who played (among other brilliant roles) Jake The Muss from Once Were Warriors, arguably the scariest character to grace the silver screen.
So I've spent a day on set watching Morrison work, chatting away when we could and being thoroughly charmed by someone who's not only professional but a lovely guy.
At the end I thanked him for his time and confessed I'd been somewhat worried about the interview having watched Once Were Warriors at the weekend as part of my research.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you were so bloody frightening as Jake," I replied.
And in a heartbeat, Morrison's entire demeanor changed.
He went livid with rage, veins popped out on his forehead and leaned across the table until he was about two inches from my face and snarled: "What. The. FUCK! Do you mean by that!!!"
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I just sat there thinking "This is how I die".
Then Morrison sat back with a huge grin on his face and said: "See that? That's called acting!"
Give that man an Oscar... and give me a new pair of pants.
( difficultchild, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 4:16, 1 reply)

"What. The. FUCK! Do you mean by that!!!"
Sorry. I don't normally do this, but "clicked" anyway.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 9 Apr 2012, 7:59, closed)

You weren't there
You don't know what he said.
(Abercadabra looks more like Gerry Adams every day, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 13:34, closed)

Maybe his nose was blocked.

(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 19:07, closed)

Ha! Just saw that so will amend.
And for those now wondering what we're on about, I originally wrote "my that" instead of "by that".
Apologies.
( difficultchild, Tue 10 Apr 2012, 8:19, closed)