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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The whole FryLift saga
By day I do things to websites. One of the sites I do things to belongs to a certain Mr Fry. He'd been abroad filming documentaries for a while, but had expressed a wish to take us out for a bit of a "thankyou" do.
I was really nervous of clamming up and not being able to think of anything interesting to say (i.e. acting normally), but he was really very lovely. He took us up to the top of CentrePoint at Tottenham Court Rd. for drinks, and we spent several very pleasant if slightly surreal hours chatting away up there.
It came to the point where we had to be leaving, so we piled into the lift to leave the building. The doors closed and we began to descend the 30 or so floors to the ground.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the lift jerked to a stop and the door half-opened, revealing half a bit of wall and half a closed door. We were a bit stuck, to put it politely.
Stephen got his phone out: "I really ought to Twitter this" he said, and did so. He then kept us entertained by reading the amusing responses people were sending. Next, he got a barman who was stuck with us to take a photograph of us all stuck, and posted that to TwitPic. As you do, I texted several friends with the subtle "Stuck in a lift with Stephen Fry. Not joking."
After half an hour of waiting (which included me telling the world's worst lift joke: "A man goes into a hotel and asks for their cheapest room. He is led down the corridor and into a tiny room at the end. He goes ballistic: "I know I asked for your cheapest room but this is ridiculous! There's no window, no TV - there isn't even a bed! What do you call this?" The bellhop replies: "The lift") we were rescued and went our separate ways.
On the nightbus home, I rang my boyfriend to let him know we were safe. He informed me that there were now hundreds of Twitter replies, and even a Facebook group on the subject! Worse still, nearly every newspaper and news site picked up the photograph and we spent the next few days splashed across the papers.
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 13:39, 6 replies)
By day I do things to websites. One of the sites I do things to belongs to a certain Mr Fry. He'd been abroad filming documentaries for a while, but had expressed a wish to take us out for a bit of a "thankyou" do.
I was really nervous of clamming up and not being able to think of anything interesting to say (i.e. acting normally), but he was really very lovely. He took us up to the top of CentrePoint at Tottenham Court Rd. for drinks, and we spent several very pleasant if slightly surreal hours chatting away up there.
It came to the point where we had to be leaving, so we piled into the lift to leave the building. The doors closed and we began to descend the 30 or so floors to the ground.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the lift jerked to a stop and the door half-opened, revealing half a bit of wall and half a closed door. We were a bit stuck, to put it politely.
Stephen got his phone out: "I really ought to Twitter this" he said, and did so. He then kept us entertained by reading the amusing responses people were sending. Next, he got a barman who was stuck with us to take a photograph of us all stuck, and posted that to TwitPic. As you do, I texted several friends with the subtle "Stuck in a lift with Stephen Fry. Not joking."
After half an hour of waiting (which included me telling the world's worst lift joke: "A man goes into a hotel and asks for their cheapest room. He is led down the corridor and into a tiny room at the end. He goes ballistic: "I know I asked for your cheapest room but this is ridiculous! There's no window, no TV - there isn't even a bed! What do you call this?" The bellhop replies: "The lift") we were rescued and went our separate ways.
On the nightbus home, I rang my boyfriend to let him know we were safe. He informed me that there were now hundreds of Twitter replies, and even a Facebook group on the subject! Worse still, nearly every newspaper and news site picked up the photograph and we spent the next few days splashed across the papers.
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 13:39, 6 replies)
Of all the people
You sir, struck the 'stuck-in-a-lift' jackpot with the inimitable Fry.
*click*
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 13:54, closed)
You sir, struck the 'stuck-in-a-lift' jackpot with the inimitable Fry.
*click*
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 13:54, closed)
you have to post the pic really
I'm sure I'm not alone in not having seen it.
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 14:28, closed)
I'm sure I'm not alone in not having seen it.
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 14:28, closed)
Seconded!
Actually, Google turned up:
commoncorner.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fry1.jpg
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 14:47, closed)
Actually, Google turned up:
commoncorner.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fry1.jpg
( , Mon 20 Apr 2009, 14:47, closed)
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