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You know that bit in Mulholland Drive where Naomi Watts is arriving at LAX all starry eyed and excited to be in LA (yes I know its a parody)? On my first arrival at LAX from the UK, I was a bit like that. Got to baggage retrieval, pushed past a really tall guy to get my bags, who then pushed me to get to his, the arrival formation of our bags meant that we crossed over. We had a bit of a scuffle, nothing serious. I got my suitcase and loaded it on to the trolley. As I turned away, I looked back at him to give an annoyed look and then went back to apologise to Jeff Goldblum. We ended up having a chat about england after he heard my accent. So the very first person I met on arrival in LA was a film star. Not bad really. Although Moby was on the flight and accidentally wandered too far down the plane in to cattle and you could hear the entire plane suddenly mutter to their partners - 'wasnt that moby' which was funny.

I met Keith Chegwin when I was in scouts.

But my favourite - went to see Boothby Graffoe in a warm up gig in one of those tiny little islington pub venues (seats about 30 people). Sat down next to Julia Sawalha (number 2 on childhood wank fantasy list after Donna Air). Anyway, Boothby didnt turn up, he was replaced by Alan Davies. He hung around in the pub later and I bought him a pint.

Number 3 on the list was Shannon in Home & Away - Isla Fisher. Met her also in Brent Cross John Lewis and followed her around Kitchenware with a hard on which thinking about it is a little scary. At the checkout she dropped her credit card on my shoe, as I handed it back, i said "I used to bunk off school to watch you" which is probably scarier. Sorry* Isla.

So, I've met 2/3 of my teenage wank all-time fantasy girls. Not bad really.
*Not sorry for anything.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Tue 1 Mar 2005, 15:17, Reply)