My housemate
went to some T4 thing on the beach in Brighton a couple of years ago, and kept bumping into Vernon Kay or whatever his name is for the next few days. Apparently on the last night she managed to kiss him.

My dad met one of his favourite singers of the day - Nana Mouskouri, for the record - at one of her concerts. He went very shy by all accounts and still has the signed record. Bless.

My auntie is a councillor (Labour) and has met our glorious leader. She hates him because he is not a communist.

My mum has met Alan Titchmarsh, who as a middle-aged woman who likes plants, is definitely one of her heroes. She asked him something about one of her shrubs and he signed something or other. As far as I know the shrubbery recovered from whatever she was worried about, so he clearly knows his stuff. She's also seen Richard Hillman, the Coronation Street serial killer, at a service station on the M25 and was disappointed at his lack of crowbars.

I've met my local news anchorman - Dominic Heale - he's actually very sweet and I have a signed photo somewhere.

And one day just before last Christmas I saw Z-list celebrity Paul Hendy (formerly of Disney Club and other random kids' stuff) wandering Canterbury High Street. I should have said something, he looked like he wanted someone to recognise him, as he hasn't been on TV for about ten years now.

EDIT: Don't know how I forgot this, but I have actually met the Otis the Aardvark CBBC thing. I was picked out of the audience at some totally random play my parents took me to when I was about 11 - from what I remember I was told to say I liked watching Sooty (which was true) and then suddenly the creature appeared from inside a crate thing. The sad thing is that I thought it was quite good at the time, and was impressed that it was there. (My dad later said he could see the guy working the puppet through the 'crate'.) From what I remember he had a really irritating voice and liked to dress up as a nun.
( Maladicta, Sat 27 May 2006, 12:36, Reply)