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» Faking it
National Star.
I mate of mine used to work in a Bangkok advertising agency. One of the huge benefits of this was access to a rather large studio where fake business cards could be knocked up very easily.
Within a few weeks, my mate could claim to work for Vogue New York, (great for picking up girls) Rolling Stone (gig entry) and, the best one, Time Out London.
He worked out that by calling up any nightclub the day before he'd get free VIP entry - as the management wouldn't dare piss off a Time Out journalist.
Anyway, a huge nightclub was opening in Bangkok - massive. Royalty were there, celebs, models.
He turns up with his 'photographer' (a mate with a camera) and is instantly escorted to his own booth where bottles of Krug on ice are waiting. He polishes these off whilst watching his very own fire eater.
About three hours later, my very pissed mate is taken gently by the arm by the club's biggest bouncer. He thought he was about to get smashed to pieces in the back alley. He wasn't.
He was (unsteadily) escorted into a back room containing a guy with two microphones and headsets.
Guy: "And a new guest on the show tonight - all the way from London, Jonny from Time Out. Jonny - so what are Time Out doing over here then?"
My mate then has to give a twenty minute on-air live interview on Radio Thailand.
Class.
(Thu 10th Jul 2008, 23:23, More)
National Star.
I mate of mine used to work in a Bangkok advertising agency. One of the huge benefits of this was access to a rather large studio where fake business cards could be knocked up very easily.
Within a few weeks, my mate could claim to work for Vogue New York, (great for picking up girls) Rolling Stone (gig entry) and, the best one, Time Out London.
He worked out that by calling up any nightclub the day before he'd get free VIP entry - as the management wouldn't dare piss off a Time Out journalist.
Anyway, a huge nightclub was opening in Bangkok - massive. Royalty were there, celebs, models.
He turns up with his 'photographer' (a mate with a camera) and is instantly escorted to his own booth where bottles of Krug on ice are waiting. He polishes these off whilst watching his very own fire eater.
About three hours later, my very pissed mate is taken gently by the arm by the club's biggest bouncer. He thought he was about to get smashed to pieces in the back alley. He wasn't.
He was (unsteadily) escorted into a back room containing a guy with two microphones and headsets.
Guy: "And a new guest on the show tonight - all the way from London, Jonny from Time Out. Jonny - so what are Time Out doing over here then?"
My mate then has to give a twenty minute on-air live interview on Radio Thailand.
Class.
(Thu 10th Jul 2008, 23:23, More)
» Celebrities part II
Catherine Z.
There's an enormously famous female celebrity who started life on a British TV show. Let's just call her Catherine Z.
Anyway. Just before she became famous a mate of mine was on the crew of a low budget English movie she was making.
Obviously the whole crew had a crack at her, and she batted them off easily.
My mate (Leeds tattoos up his arm..) decided the best course of action was to totally ignore her.
It worked.
When the crew stopped filming for a break, she actually asked him to London with her for the weekend. He kept up the ignoring tactic by refusing, saying that 'he was going to a Leeds game.'
This intrigued her greatly.
When the film ended, they had a huge wrap party in a nightclub.
He got hammered.
She slid up to him and asked him to slow dance.
He said yes.
She nuzzled his neck.
Then, in his own words, he did two things he'll 'regret for the rest of his life.'
The first was to place to hands on her arse and squeeze.
When she backed off he said..
"Come on, you LOVE it."
Needless to say he went home alone.
(Mon 12th Oct 2009, 8:28, More)
Catherine Z.
There's an enormously famous female celebrity who started life on a British TV show. Let's just call her Catherine Z.
Anyway. Just before she became famous a mate of mine was on the crew of a low budget English movie she was making.
Obviously the whole crew had a crack at her, and she batted them off easily.
My mate (Leeds tattoos up his arm..) decided the best course of action was to totally ignore her.
It worked.
When the crew stopped filming for a break, she actually asked him to London with her for the weekend. He kept up the ignoring tactic by refusing, saying that 'he was going to a Leeds game.'
This intrigued her greatly.
When the film ended, they had a huge wrap party in a nightclub.
He got hammered.
She slid up to him and asked him to slow dance.
He said yes.
She nuzzled his neck.
Then, in his own words, he did two things he'll 'regret for the rest of his life.'
The first was to place to hands on her arse and squeeze.
When she backed off he said..
"Come on, you LOVE it."
Needless to say he went home alone.
(Mon 12th Oct 2009, 8:28, More)