Have you ever been rude to a celebrity?Whilst at school we had a field trip to the Ironbridge Gorge museum. Oddly enough kids TV presenter Johnny Ball happened to pick the same day to make a visit. We were rather excited and crowded round asking questions. Johnny took this rather well and held an impromptu lecture. This was all fun and games until a kid at the back threw a small rock at his head. Silence fell for a moment then Mr Ball blew a gasket and did the whole "no one is leaving until I get a confession" routine. Er.. typing this out makes me feel rather sorry for the chap. Anyway - can you beat that?
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rob, Wed 14 Apr 2004, 19:06)
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Two instances...One:
I work for a popular rock music magazine and get to attend it's award ceremony each year. One year, at the awards aftershow, the news went round the magazine staff that "Jon was coming". Not having a clue who they were on about I interrupted the sub-editor (who was chatting to some greasy little spick at the time) to ask who "Jon" was. "Jon Bon Jovi", she replied excitedly, "he's on his way across now". "Bollocks. I fucking hate Jon Bon Jovi", was my response. At this point she introduced the now very angry looking spick as Jon Bon Jovi's press agent. Anyway, it get's worse... Because Jon's arrival was such a coup for the magazine all the staff were summoned to greet him on his arrival. We were lined up at the club entrance like the performers at the Royal variety show waiting to meet the queen. When he finally arrived he walked slowly down the line and shook everyone's hand. After he shook mine I turned to the girl next to me and, pulling a face of upmost disgust and dramatically wiping my hand on my shirt; said "I feel so dirty". She goes bright red and I look up to see the same greasy spick press agent from earlier looking at me like pure thunder. Joy.
Two:
When my little brother was 8 years old he had the spikiest hair you've ever seen and by God was he proud of it. He'd get through hair gel the way most people get through tea. (He wasn't drinking it though, that would just be silly). Anyway, one day during a family outing to Cardiff we hear a commotion behind us and several people shouting "JIMMY!". Several runners ran past us and we realised we'd stumbled onto the route of the Cardiff half marathon. We got a good roadside view and then saw what the commotion was; Jimmy Saville was coming in our direction. He jogged towards us waving at the crowd as he came and as soon as he drew level and saw my brother he ruffled his hair in a 'Hello there you cheeky young scamp! I'm a celebrity and I can get away with this gross invasion of personal space' kinda way. His perfectly spiked hair now a total mess my red-faced little brother bellowed the following memorable phrase at Sir Jim, in full earshot of my parents: "YOU STUPID OLD WANKER! I HOPE YOU FUCKING FALL OVER!"
A race marshall asked us to leave after that.
Much apology for the inordinate length of post.
(, Thu 15 Apr 2004, 12:51, Reply)
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