I'm your biggest Fan
Tell us about your heroes. No. Scratch that.
Tell us about the lengths you've gone to in order to show your devotion to your heroes. Just how big a fan are you?
and we've already heard the fan jokes, thankyou
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 20:31)
Tell us about your heroes. No. Scratch that.
Tell us about the lengths you've gone to in order to show your devotion to your heroes. Just how big a fan are you?
and we've already heard the fan jokes, thankyou
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 20:31)
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In a recurring theme
another of my friends had a vaguely sexual experience with a celebrity.
He was drinking at the Oxford Union, when who should walk in but John Sessions, legendary polymath and general man of knowledge. Stephen Fry, but less.
So, this being the Oxford Union, the patrons of the bar fall about in paroxysms of hero worshipping nervousness. As it happens, my friend controls himself, has a pleasant conversation with Mr Sessions, and indeed the two become such fast friends that they exchange numbers.
They meet up again and have a few pints at one of the more expensive hotel bars in Oxford (the Randolph, for those who know.)
All this is regaled to us with the smug air of someone who has a celebrity mate because they're cool enough to not be intimidated by them. They're such fast friends that he was even invited to the Groucho Club down in London.
We listened to this story of male bonding with initially excitement, respect, and then gradually amusement. Eventually, by the time the invite down to London was mentioned, we were practically doubled over with laughter.
"You do realise of course, that John Sessions is gay, and that he may have taken a liking to you"
"No no, he's not gay, he just bought me a few drinks"
"No, seriously, he's gay"
"Oh, so he wasn't just being friendly?"
"I think the term is 'grooming'"
He never went to the Groucho club.
( , Sat 18 Apr 2009, 18:57, 2 replies)
another of my friends had a vaguely sexual experience with a celebrity.
He was drinking at the Oxford Union, when who should walk in but John Sessions, legendary polymath and general man of knowledge. Stephen Fry, but less.
So, this being the Oxford Union, the patrons of the bar fall about in paroxysms of hero worshipping nervousness. As it happens, my friend controls himself, has a pleasant conversation with Mr Sessions, and indeed the two become such fast friends that they exchange numbers.
They meet up again and have a few pints at one of the more expensive hotel bars in Oxford (the Randolph, for those who know.)
All this is regaled to us with the smug air of someone who has a celebrity mate because they're cool enough to not be intimidated by them. They're such fast friends that he was even invited to the Groucho Club down in London.
We listened to this story of male bonding with initially excitement, respect, and then gradually amusement. Eventually, by the time the invite down to London was mentioned, we were practically doubled over with laughter.
"You do realise of course, that John Sessions is gay, and that he may have taken a liking to you"
"No no, he's not gay, he just bought me a few drinks"
"No, seriously, he's gay"
"Oh, so he wasn't just being friendly?"
"I think the term is 'grooming'"
He never went to the Groucho club.
( , Sat 18 Apr 2009, 18:57, 2 replies)
I bet your mate wasn't wearing a shell suit
John sessions hates shell suits!
Though I s'pose he could've made him take it off...
( , Sun 19 Apr 2009, 16:52, closed)
John sessions hates shell suits!
Though I s'pose he could've made him take it off...
( , Sun 19 Apr 2009, 16:52, closed)
Oxford Hotels
I've stayed in the Randolph. It's shit (and bloody expensive). But then, so is every other hotel in Oxford (spent a 7 month stint working there 5d/week) - they very much don't think they have to try.
Ended up in a lovely guesthouse in Summertown not on the official accommodation lists. Cheaper, nicer, and a cooked breakfast tray to my door every day. WIN.
( , Wed 22 Apr 2009, 16:34, closed)
I've stayed in the Randolph. It's shit (and bloody expensive). But then, so is every other hotel in Oxford (spent a 7 month stint working there 5d/week) - they very much don't think they have to try.
Ended up in a lovely guesthouse in Summertown not on the official accommodation lists. Cheaper, nicer, and a cooked breakfast tray to my door every day. WIN.
( , Wed 22 Apr 2009, 16:34, closed)
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