Celebrities part II
Five years ago, we asked if you've ever been rude to a celebrity, or have been on the receiving end of a Z-List TV chef's wrath. By popular demand, it's back - if you have beans, spill them.
( , Thu 8 Oct 2009, 13:33)
Five years ago, we asked if you've ever been rude to a celebrity, or have been on the receiving end of a Z-List TV chef's wrath. By popular demand, it's back - if you have beans, spill them.
( , Thu 8 Oct 2009, 13:33)
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Do you want a cup of tea love?
I was so nervous I'd just pranged my car on the way in to the multistorey. Locating the 'goods inwards' entrance I walked past a couple of odd looking groupies, to an office where I was given a 'friends and family' pass, although I was neither.
Once through this 'us and them' sphincter, the reality of being with people *that* famous was actually unremarkable - even the queen, after all, does a poo.
I was shown into one of the dressing rooms. It was more typical of a hastily erected student halls than a stars boudouir, the vast bouquet of flowers set against the painted grey breezeblocks seemed somehow incongruous.
I was pimping my services to all four of them, but only two took me up on my offer. Very bizarre to have someone that famous spontaneously disrobe in front of you. I clicked with one of them. She was such a hon - easy, down to earth - the title was her first words to me - after that we worked together [I was their masseur] every day for the eight nights of their shows.
She talked about fame, and how Christmas shopping was more like a 'smash and grab' raid - and the people assumed that you'd both lost your memory and hearing when you became a star, especially back in your home town.
All the more surreal when in a room is just you, their manager, and David Beckham, having his hair cut.
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 15:05, 4 replies)
I was so nervous I'd just pranged my car on the way in to the multistorey. Locating the 'goods inwards' entrance I walked past a couple of odd looking groupies, to an office where I was given a 'friends and family' pass, although I was neither.
Once through this 'us and them' sphincter, the reality of being with people *that* famous was actually unremarkable - even the queen, after all, does a poo.
I was shown into one of the dressing rooms. It was more typical of a hastily erected student halls than a stars boudouir, the vast bouquet of flowers set against the painted grey breezeblocks seemed somehow incongruous.
I was pimping my services to all four of them, but only two took me up on my offer. Very bizarre to have someone that famous spontaneously disrobe in front of you. I clicked with one of them. She was such a hon - easy, down to earth - the title was her first words to me - after that we worked together [I was their masseur] every day for the eight nights of their shows.
She talked about fame, and how Christmas shopping was more like a 'smash and grab' raid - and the people assumed that you'd both lost your memory and hearing when you became a star, especially back in your home town.
All the more surreal when in a room is just you, their manager, and David Beckham, having his hair cut.
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 15:05, 4 replies)
I think there is a possibility...
... that this tale of stardom encounterment is missing a paragraph near the beginning?
And possibly an extra sentence somewhere near 'She was such a hon', as at the moment it's a teeny bit fragmented and nonsensical.
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 16:38, closed)
... that this tale of stardom encounterment is missing a paragraph near the beginning?
And possibly an extra sentence somewhere near 'She was such a hon', as at the moment it's a teeny bit fragmented and nonsensical.
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 16:38, closed)
I think s/he's saying...
...that s/he gave Posh Spice a massage. Perhaps it's something to do with the spacehopper theme which seems to have taken over the image challenge?
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 21:34, closed)
...that s/he gave Posh Spice a massage. Perhaps it's something to do with the spacehopper theme which seems to have taken over the image challenge?
( , Wed 14 Oct 2009, 21:34, closed)
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