Pearoast from my blog, I don't meet many celebs.
I have claimed for many many years that I’ve met both Bill Clinton and Tony Blair, It’s little more than “meeting” in the sense that 20,000 people “meet” Steven Gerrard at Anfield every week, but it impresses most people. However, living in Liverpool, you do see the occasional celebrity (in the Dancing on Ice variety) on the piss. People like ex Everton footballers and the endless stream of Hollyoaks characters (including bad boy from 6 years ago Justin – who I saw in a strip club. Not that I was there, oh no). One person stands atop of the list of famous people I’ve met.

That man, is Roy Walker host of the popular TV Show Catchphrase.

I was 6 and loved game shows (such as The Crystal Maze and Fun House). On one of our regular trips to Llandudno, we stopped by for some food in Marks and Spencers. I was throwing a wobbly at the time because I was dragged out of the Early Learning Centre, which had just opened up across the street.

Then, my mum saw a man that'd put me out of my misery in a non-Ian Huntley way.

“Look Rhys! It’s Roy Walker! Come on, lets go and meet him!”

Suddenly, I develop the embarrassment that kids normally do when they meet celebrities, dentists or the hairdressers. I stopped crying and put on the breaks, as my mum dragged me over to Roy.

I gave in eventually and co-operated with my mum, after all, I wouldn’t want to show myself up in front of the legend of Roy. Luckily my mum did enough for me.

“Oh my goodness, you’re Roy Walker!” My mum said to a bemused Roy, “I love Catchphrase so much, we watch it all the time on Sunday night. This is my son Rhys, who is very good.”. If you know that cleverly crafted scene from Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights which features Roy, imagine my mum as Brian Potter, and Roy as...well...Roy. He either used this experience in his greatest acting performance ever, or he's just acts like that normally.

“Ah Rhys…Nice to meet yoy.” Answered a polite, albeit slightly annoyed Roy.

“He does this amazing impression of you! Go on Rhys, say what you say in front of the TV every week…”

Imagine me, 6 years old, wearing a Sonic The Hedgehog T-shirt. Bright red. Both Roy and his missus looked on as I struck up my worst Northern Irish accent.

“Look at Mr. Chips, what is he doin!”

Roy, visibly annoyed, said “That’s Good…that’s…”, and walked off. The rude sod. If the guy was on the ball he would have answered “It’s good, but it’s not right.”, that would of made my day.
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 13:49, 2 replies)

'would have' not 'would of'

(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 14:20, closed)

Butlins
I saw him compering at Butlins (?Pwellhelli?)whne I was a nipper.
(kitescreech still here, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 16:07, closed)