Getting back to Thelma Barlow. Mrs Scroat and I saw her in a pub in Yorkshire on one of our many forays up north.
Mrs Scroat went to the loo just after Thelma – and the seat was still warm.
Now that IS a celebrity encouter.
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Getting back to Thelma Barlow. Mrs Scroat and I saw her in a pub in Yorkshire on one of our many forays up north.
Mrs Scroat went to the loo just after Thelma – and the seat was still warm.
Now that IS a celebrity encouter.
As someone so abily pointed out, Rebecca surely cannot have ever met either Bob Marley or Haile Selassie because they would always be 3 miles apart. That was inspiration behind Marley's song "No woman, no cry".
Rebecca herself must have a very difficult life, always being 3 miles away from everyone, so it's no wonder that she took to spending so much time on the internet. Possibly she travels at the speed of light, so you can never quite catch up with her.It must make shopping at the supermarket very tricky.
Perhaps, a bit like Schrödinger's cat, Rebecca is simultaneously 3 miles away and just within reach.
BTW I thought I once saw Schrödinger while he was still alive... or was he?
I saw Debbie McGee in Kingston-upon-Thames, outside the Jessops between Uniqlo and Pizza Hut a couple of months back.
At the time I thought nothing of it, but within weeks Jessops had gone bust.
I think my curse is back.
I looked up Debbie McGee on wikipedia, which reveals she is a Kingstonian, her mother was called "Bubbles" and that she has struggled with alopecia her whole life.
Care to comment, Al?
Oh, update on Graeme le Saux.
Long time fans of this thread will remember my encouter with him in Heathrow Terminal 5.
http://newsbiscuit.com/forum/topic.php?id=26982&page=4&replies=724#post-74765
Well, he was at Delta Force paintballing near Effingham in Surrey over the weekend. As was I.
I shot him in the balls.
(not really...we were outside waiting to pick up our kids, and we just rolled our eyes, and thought bloody hell, not you again...)
Most recent non event celebrity encounter: Waiting for my connection to Poole from Waterloo station just before Christmas I nipped outside for a smoke and stood about 3 feet away from some girl who who used to be in Eastenders. Well she was recognised as such by the bloke trying to chat her up and they started talking about it, so it might have been true. I don't watch Eastenders so I wouldn't know.
Historical least impressive celebrity encounter: Working as a documentary cameraman in Saudi in the late 80's I was doing a walkback in front of a visiting prince who I almost managed to throttle with the cable connecting the camera to the field recorder. I laid the blame on my Jordanian VCR operator (the one carrying the field recorder) who was too bloody slow to keep up; thus causing the cable to stretch across the neck of, and almost garrote, said prince. The Saudi prince didn't really count as a celebrity as they're endemic in the region, but the Jordanian VCR operator had shared a boarding house in London with the Bulgarian dissident Georgi Markov at the same time as the latter achieved celebrity status by being assassinated by a member of the Bulgarian secret police (who injected Markov in the leg with a pellet of ricin secreted in the tip of an umbrella).
Hard to beat that NF.
However, just last week I was at a wine tasting at the Oval in that London. Jilly Goolden off of the telly kept walking past me. I just ignored her. Thinking about it, everyone was ignoring her. Not surprising as it was a trade event and she's not exactly well loved. Horrid little pixie.
The sad death of Reg Presley reminded me that a surviving Trogg drinks in our pub. Can't remember his name though. Neither can he some of the time.
Some company is filming just outside my office. I don't know who or what they are filming and I can't see well because the sun is reflecting off my window. I am sure there is probably a celebrity involved somewhere though.
Sun! You lucky sod! It snowed all over me today.
My sister lives near Eastleigh.
Sinnick - I can beat that. I nearly got caught by a speed camera once.
I was in the Red Lion in Parkgate Cheshire before Christmas when in walked Olympic bronze medallist Beth Tweddle with her boyfriend and his parents in tow. Beth was on Diet Coke, nothing alcoholic. I was sat roughly 4 feet away from her while they discussed some sport-related topic.
I nudged my O/H in the ribs and indicated that we were in the presence of an Olympic bronze medallist at which point she started to push her front teeth forward to mimic some kind of rodent. As a result, I had to mutter "Fucking stop it " several times under my breath.
The boyfriend struck me as an ignorant bastard, spending the entire time texting on his mobile, while his parents made smalltalk. She could do so much better. Silver, probably.
I've "met" the turtle (Shella) mentioned in David Attenborough's programme "Africa" last night.
My neighbour, who I often walk the dog with, played for Hereford United in the late 60s and one of his mates there was Dudley Tyler, the emergency left back who was twisted left and right by George Best in that famous game for Fulham. It's even on YouTube. Will this do?
Last year I appeared on the One Show for about 20 seconds talking about aphids, so I am my own least impressive celebrity encounter.
When I was 12, I went on a school trip to London Zoo. While in the elephant house, one of the elephants sprayed myself and several of my class mates with water. This was filmed by a BBC crew who were there, and it was shown on Blue Peter. (Although I didn't actually see it on the telly). This puts me in even last place with godly, I think.
Peter Lorimer (of, amongst others, Leeds United) nicked one of my peanuts last Friday night.
He's a friend of my friend's dad, and is from here.
well done - that IS unimpressive :-)
Princess Michael of Kent once looked at my school project.
Just re-read Gary's last bit. Still makes me laugh out loud.
Reminds me of a time in Greece when... mwab mwab mwab mwaaar...<screen goes squiggly and then clears to revel me and girl-mate sitting in Taverna in Greek island>
Another time maybe.
I saw Barry Cryer at the London Zoo and decided not to bother him.
It was at the Elephant House.
Someone I know once met someone who looked like Paris Hilton
Where was that Yikes?
In Harold, if I'm not mistaken.
I thought that.
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