Shit Claims to Fame IIMy car was in the Specsavers advert with the old lady and the loud stereo. Not me. My stupid blue Nissan Micra. Tell us about your brushes with fame.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 20 Sep 2012, 15:49)
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Damnation of FaustA couple of years ago my employer was just about to announce a joint project with the ex-Python turned director Terry Gilliam. We have a large meeting room roughly twenty feet away from where I'm sat right now, where the great man and our creative team were putting am opera together.
I've bumped into him a few times around our corridors and have exchanged hellos with him, which is very difficult to do when you feel an impulse to give in to a Wayne's World type moment. Anyway, back to the story.
A couple of our technical team members turned up and were a tad miffed at having no suitable venue to hold their meeting.
"Nothing's booked on the schedule. Just who the fuck is in there anyway?" one of them asked me.
"Terry Gilliam" I replied.
Sensing my opportunity I dropped the obvious follow up.
"And he's a very naughty boy".
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