Cult TV folks
I don't have really nasty stories to tell, lots of skiffy actors I've met at cons have been nice and polite (I must've met them on their good days). Peter Davison was a bit of a boring grumpy bugger (confirmed over the years by others), but there's good grumpy and bad grumpy. Good grumpy was Gareth Thomas (the Blake's 7 bloke) ranting for a whole evening about how shite reality tv was. I agreed, of course, but even if I hadn't, well... you don't want to get on the wrong side of a big old Welsh bloke who'd had so much wine the bar ran out that night.

Paul Darrow, on the other hand, is disturbingly sleazy and full of himself. I got him to sign my boyfriend's B7 annual but he was far too busy ogling down my shirt and even drawling "it's not her hair I'm looking at" to his wife(!) who was busy fondling my ginger tresses. PD's a gent but a lecherous self-obsessed one at that.

Biggest wanker cred has to go to Anthony Stewart Head, though.

My mate used to work for a tv/movie production company thingummy at their reception. Being Finnish and not into Buffy or Little Britain, she got thoroughly put in her place by Ant Head who had a right "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM" fit at her. He was either drunk or high or just badly hungover and sat on some "atmospheric" candles, burning his leather jacket and then loudly claiming he was going to sue the company for the price of the jacket. Dunno if he ever did, but what a twunt.
(Auntie Dalek molester extraordinaire, Fri 26 May 2006, 21:43, Reply)