Celebrity Encounters III
I once stood next to Ian Beale out of EastEnders in the gents' toilets at the BBC. BEAT THAT. Tell us of celebrity encounters that went well, or meetings with the famous that ended up as a complete disaster. (And we'll take it as read you've just made up a "I got touched up by Jimmy Savile" story, OK?)
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I once stood next to Ian Beale out of EastEnders in the gents' toilets at the BBC. BEAT THAT. Tell us of celebrity encounters that went well, or meetings with the famous that ended up as a complete disaster. (And we'll take it as read you've just made up a "I got touched up by Jimmy Savile" story, OK?)
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( , Thu 5 Dec 2013, 13:19)
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The King of England
This summer, I was staying with friends at their place in France. We nipped into town one day, and, having stopped at a cafe, got chatting with a local whom my friends knew. I can't remember his name: let's call him Jaques.
As the conversation went on, Jaques spotted someone else he knew. Jaques waved a cheery greeting, which was returned with some friendly words.
We thought little of it.
"Take a look at that man," Jaques said to us. We did. He seemed to be a fairly unremarkable middle-aged man, out doing the shopping with his younger, North African boyfriend. "That man is the son of King Edward VIII".
We looked again.
There was a certain resemblance to the erstwhile King of the United Kingdom and the Dominions of the British Commonwealth, and Emperor of India.
It turns out that after Edward abdicated and moved to Paris, he put it about a bit, and got one of his staff pregnant. She moved (or was moved) to Midi-Pyrénées, where she raised her family.
He'd apparently tried to get recognition from the Royal family, albeit without any response - except from Prince Charles, who sent him a short letter wishing him all the best.
( , Tue 10 Dec 2013, 13:21, Reply)
This summer, I was staying with friends at their place in France. We nipped into town one day, and, having stopped at a cafe, got chatting with a local whom my friends knew. I can't remember his name: let's call him Jaques.
As the conversation went on, Jaques spotted someone else he knew. Jaques waved a cheery greeting, which was returned with some friendly words.
We thought little of it.
"Take a look at that man," Jaques said to us. We did. He seemed to be a fairly unremarkable middle-aged man, out doing the shopping with his younger, North African boyfriend. "That man is the son of King Edward VIII".
We looked again.
There was a certain resemblance to the erstwhile King of the United Kingdom and the Dominions of the British Commonwealth, and Emperor of India.
It turns out that after Edward abdicated and moved to Paris, he put it about a bit, and got one of his staff pregnant. She moved (or was moved) to Midi-Pyrénées, where she raised her family.
He'd apparently tried to get recognition from the Royal family, albeit without any response - except from Prince Charles, who sent him a short letter wishing him all the best.
( , Tue 10 Dec 2013, 13:21, Reply)
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