bad and good
As a graphics student, Terry Jones (as in ID, not Monty Python) was a huge hero, and i went to a lecture of his. He stood at the front and complained about how he wanted the slides to project over the video projection on the screen, but how when it was happening it was too bleached out to see. Everyone in the room could see the failed logic of this but him. Twat. He was a gimp of the highest order, rude to everyone in the room, including the crew and guests, and he left twenty-five minutes into the 'hour-long lecture'. Basically, he was a brat. I was glad he went so I could see Peter Saville being charming and debonair, not to mention improvising with a stuck slide image.

My friend went to the filming of the Fist of Fun tv show (dates me horribly). As part of the warm up act, Lee and Herring grabbed a few members of the audience up to make something out of Blue Peter-style 'household items'. My mate went down, and made something a bit crap, but apparently gave a very funny response for it, and the audience laughed heartily and long. Stuart Lee's response? "f**k off you c*nt, we'll do the jokes". Not even mockingly, it was under his breath, and Richard Herring apparently caught my mate on the way up to apologise. ooer.

Steve Coogan was disappointing, only because he was so unerringly and flatly rude. However, I've since heard he's sorted himself out and is a much easier fellow now.

Nice people: Johnny Depp is nicer than you expect him to be, and i expected him to be nice anyway. Peter Gabriel (look, i was banned from viewing TOTP as a child, and had only my dad's prog rock and blues to listen to, ok?) is a very, very nice man, if a little odd round the edges, as is to be expected. Tony Head isn't a hero, but I feel it should be put out there that he is a disarmingly charming and funny man.

Lastly and most splendidly:

I once stood near Douglas Adams. He was huge and very nice.

p.s. tartful splodger, i concurr - Van M is a twunt of the highest order. I was walking through Bath when at Uni, in the most foul mood ever, and took a corner quite sharply. He was standing there, quite still, then suddenly walked into me, trying to shoulder me out of the way. Like I said though, I was in a foul mood, so he probably wasn't expecting the little lady he was faced with to stand their ground and say very loudly "watch it you fat fucking git". I have never seen a man run away from me faster, even when I'm trying. My old hairdresser was also his, and has many quite frankly libellous stories about him, which i won't share here as I don't want to get lovely b3ta into trouble...
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 25 May 2006, 16:46, Reply)