oooh, lots...
I used to be Marketing Manager for a department store that had various celebrities come to visit to promote their wares; the likes of the wonderful late Mo Mowlam (who got us all thoroughly wankered in her hotel bar after a book signing one evening), Murray Walker, James Martin, Tim Smit, creator of the Eden Project in Cornwall and so on, but there are a few who stick in my mind for the wrong reasons!

Delia Smith was a particular diva, who clearly felt herself on a par with Madonna ("I want a certain brand of mineral water,cold! but no ice!", was then made to rearrange an entire book signing backdrop and queues,as Delia "likes to sit with her back to the wall"), Valentina Harris (Times chef) making a complete (scorched) pigs ear of some poor defenceless scallops in a cookery demo. The best one of the lot? Anthony Worrall Thompson. A more miserable, self obsessed, drama queen I've ever had the misfortune to meet. At least hardly anyone turned up to his book signing, so he sat like a sulky kid for an hour and a half. Oh, and he had a stinking hangover and reeked of stale booze. I didn't laugh-much.

Oh, and I was once incredibly rude to Joe Pasquale while waitressing once; he was performing at the local theatre and I didn't realise who he was so he was treated to a large helping of woodkat sarcasm. I just thought he was some annoying twat putting on a squeaky voice. So I wasn't too far out, really.
(woodkat loves comic sans, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 18:11, 1 reply)

James Martin
is a cunt.

That is all.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 20:40, closed)