when i was a letting agent up in manchester
these two rather hot guys came in to rent a 2 bed house. all was going swimmingly until i asked for proof of earnings. "we're not allowed to release that info," one of them said.

now i've heard everything, i thought. i said firmly that i needed the info and sent them both packing to get a letter from their employer to confirm they earned over 20k a year. they said their employer was granada tv and they'd be back in a minute.

as they stepped outside, my colleagues surrounded me. "you stupid idiot, that's [mediocre actor X] and [loser actor Y] from corrie!" well, how the fuck was i supposed to know that?! i don't watch soaps, i have some sort of a life.

i did exactly the same thing with tina o'brien a couple of months later. mainly because i thought she was a child running away from home.

and then i spotted someone famous in the middle of didsbury, maybe he was in "cold feet" or something? he was hot too. i stalked him down the street, but then lost him. spent hours racking my brains - he was famous, i knew it.

the next day i went to boots to collect photos of some shitty tenant's shit strewn house. the famous guy was behind the photo counter there. THAT was why i recognised him. oh dear.

i would make a truly crap pap.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 21:52, Reply)