Have you ever been rude to a celebrity?
Whilst at school we had a field trip to the Ironbridge Gorge museum. Oddly enough kids TV presenter Johnny Ball happened to pick the same day to make a visit. We were rather excited and crowded round asking questions. Johnny took this rather well and held an impromptu lecture. This was all fun and games until a kid at the back threw a small rock at his head. Silence fell for a moment then Mr Ball blew a gasket and did the whole "no one is leaving until I get a confession" routine. Er.. typing this out makes me feel rather sorry for the chap. Anyway - can you beat that?
( , Wed 14 Apr 2004, 19:06)
Whilst at school we had a field trip to the Ironbridge Gorge museum. Oddly enough kids TV presenter Johnny Ball happened to pick the same day to make a visit. We were rather excited and crowded round asking questions. Johnny took this rather well and held an impromptu lecture. This was all fun and games until a kid at the back threw a small rock at his head. Silence fell for a moment then Mr Ball blew a gasket and did the whole "no one is leaving until I get a confession" routine. Er.. typing this out makes me feel rather sorry for the chap. Anyway - can you beat that?
( , Wed 14 Apr 2004, 19:06)
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Jimmy F***ing Cricket
During me student days I paid for my beer by working in a posh 4* hotel banqueting suite. We had many famous people come through, and some not so, to do after dinner speaking and the like.
Anyway, one night the after dinner speaker was Jimmy Cricket - no idea if anyone remembers him - wore wellies with a big 'L' and 'R' on them, and his general act was 'Irish people - aren't we all stupid?' - Standard stuff for that period (late eighties/early nineties). Having grown up in Northern Ireland and then moving across the water to go to Uni in the South of England, I was roundly fed up of the whole 'daft Irish' jape anyway, so had prepared a short statement. The actual encounter went as follows:
J-F***ing-C: Can you tell me where the toilets are?
me: Fuck you, you make money promulgating comfortable stereotypes to drunk English asswits.
J-F***ing-C: Fuck you! I arrived in a ferrari and will leave several hundred quid richer!
Me: Fuck you, anyway!
Not the best exchange, but I felt I had made my point.
Raist
( , Thu 15 Apr 2004, 18:30, Reply)
During me student days I paid for my beer by working in a posh 4* hotel banqueting suite. We had many famous people come through, and some not so, to do after dinner speaking and the like.
Anyway, one night the after dinner speaker was Jimmy Cricket - no idea if anyone remembers him - wore wellies with a big 'L' and 'R' on them, and his general act was 'Irish people - aren't we all stupid?' - Standard stuff for that period (late eighties/early nineties). Having grown up in Northern Ireland and then moving across the water to go to Uni in the South of England, I was roundly fed up of the whole 'daft Irish' jape anyway, so had prepared a short statement. The actual encounter went as follows:
J-F***ing-C: Can you tell me where the toilets are?
me: Fuck you, you make money promulgating comfortable stereotypes to drunk English asswits.
J-F***ing-C: Fuck you! I arrived in a ferrari and will leave several hundred quid richer!
Me: Fuck you, anyway!
Not the best exchange, but I felt I had made my point.
Raist
( , Thu 15 Apr 2004, 18:30, Reply)
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