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» Celebrities part II
Hmmm Miss Jones
Back in the mid nineties, I hit the grand old age of 21.
As tradition would have it, an all day drinking session was called for and so after many hours of severe alcohol abuse, I found myself in a bar near the Leeds City Varieties (theatre/music hall).
I'm guessing Frances de la Tour (of Rising Damp fame) was starring at the previously mentioned theatre, as at the other end of the bar she stood. Enjoying a quiet post performance drink, with a sophisticated group of theatre types and hangers on.
I on the other hand was having a not so quiet drink with very much unsophisticated group of reprobates!
"Hmmm Miss Jones" says I, in a truly terrible Rigsby impression.
More Rigsby lines followed as I walked towards her, I somehow convinced myself that she would be amused by this.
Reports from friends convey that at some stage in the 20 or so feet that I walked between us, I managed to change my impression (confusingly) in to Fletcher from porridge - I'm guessing I was confused about Richard Beckinsale appearing in both shows.
Eventually my impression/stager made its way to Ruth.
I took a final step, repeated "Miss Jones", tripped, fell forwards, landing face first in her cleavage.
I snuggled in their warm embrace for a mere second but it felt far, far longer.
"Well really" she exclaimed in a rather posh voice.
I staggered back, grinning like a mong. Stumbled again and knocked myself out on a bar stool.
Never even got to ask for an autograph.
**POP**
(Fri 9th Oct 2009, 0:11, More)
Hmmm Miss Jones
Back in the mid nineties, I hit the grand old age of 21.
As tradition would have it, an all day drinking session was called for and so after many hours of severe alcohol abuse, I found myself in a bar near the Leeds City Varieties (theatre/music hall).
I'm guessing Frances de la Tour (of Rising Damp fame) was starring at the previously mentioned theatre, as at the other end of the bar she stood. Enjoying a quiet post performance drink, with a sophisticated group of theatre types and hangers on.
I on the other hand was having a not so quiet drink with very much unsophisticated group of reprobates!
"Hmmm Miss Jones" says I, in a truly terrible Rigsby impression.
More Rigsby lines followed as I walked towards her, I somehow convinced myself that she would be amused by this.
Reports from friends convey that at some stage in the 20 or so feet that I walked between us, I managed to change my impression (confusingly) in to Fletcher from porridge - I'm guessing I was confused about Richard Beckinsale appearing in both shows.
Eventually my impression/stager made its way to Ruth.
I took a final step, repeated "Miss Jones", tripped, fell forwards, landing face first in her cleavage.
I snuggled in their warm embrace for a mere second but it felt far, far longer.
"Well really" she exclaimed in a rather posh voice.
I staggered back, grinning like a mong. Stumbled again and knocked myself out on a bar stool.
Never even got to ask for an autograph.
**POP**
(Fri 9th Oct 2009, 0:11, More)