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rionaleonhart) wrote2007-11-30 10:52 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2007-11-30 10:52 pm
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'Richard Shagged Oliver. Jeremy And James Were There. Penis Penis.'
Today, I went to James May's signing of James May's 20th Century with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
th_esaurus! I had never actually spoken to A Famous before, so I was sort of panicky and went "Oh my God, he's a real person" when he came into view, but I did not faint, which I consider a great achievement.
"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure of the etiquette for these occasions," I said, because strange things happen to my speech patterns when I am in a state of unease.
"I don't think there is one, is there?" he asked. "All you have to do is stand there and smile." Pause. "You're doing very well."
A moment later, of course, I failed even at that by nervously asking whether I could shake his hand, which he seemed slightly bemused by but agreed to. "You're cold," he said. "You should get a thicker jumper."
AND THAT WAS MY FIRST EVER EXCITING CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER, YOU GUYS. Granted, it was only a few seconds long, but during that brief moment James May looked at me and spoke to me and was aware of my existence. Which is sort of awesome! (I still can't quite believe that he exists in the Real World. JAMES MAY LIVES IN THE MYSTICAL WORLD OF TOPGEARLAND, SURELY.)
Afterwards,th_esaurus reminded me that I had written about the man to whom I had just been speaking being seduced by a zombie. Which was evil of her, really, but not quite as evil as reminding me of this just before I met him would have been. I was already selfconscious enough about the fact that I was wearing corduroy.
And then I spent the rest of the afternoon withth_esaurus, whom, as you very well know, I love to bits, so today was generally a fairly marvellous day. Apart from the part where I'm supposed to have written a fic for her within the next thirty-five minutes. That could be problematic.
th_esaurus! I had never actually spoken to A Famous before, so I was sort of panicky and went "Oh my God, he's a real person" when he came into view, but I did not faint, which I consider a great achievement."I'm afraid I'm not quite sure of the etiquette for these occasions," I said, because strange things happen to my speech patterns when I am in a state of unease.
"I don't think there is one, is there?" he asked. "All you have to do is stand there and smile." Pause. "You're doing very well."
A moment later, of course, I failed even at that by nervously asking whether I could shake his hand, which he seemed slightly bemused by but agreed to. "You're cold," he said. "You should get a thicker jumper."
AND THAT WAS MY FIRST EVER EXCITING CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER, YOU GUYS. Granted, it was only a few seconds long, but during that brief moment James May looked at me and spoke to me and was aware of my existence. Which is sort of awesome! (I still can't quite believe that he exists in the Real World. JAMES MAY LIVES IN THE MYSTICAL WORLD OF TOPGEARLAND, SURELY.)
Afterwards,
th_esaurus reminded me that I had written about the man to whom I had just been speaking being seduced by a zombie. Which was evil of her, really, but not quite as evil as reminding me of this just before I met him would have been. I was already selfconscious enough about the fact that I was wearing corduroy.And then I spent the rest of the afternoon with
th_esaurus, whom, as you very well know, I love to bits, so today was generally a fairly marvellous day. Apart from the part where I'm supposed to have written a fic for her within the next thirty-five minutes. That could be problematic.
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(So you didn't take the opportunity to ask him what he would do if he were trapped with his co-presenter/s in a surreality created by his own mind? Silly girl!)
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(Your subject line is worryingly similar to a fic I'm trying to write, except for the prescence of James and Jez.)
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The closest I've come to a Celebrity Meeting is staring at Graham Coxon (him out of Blur with the glasses) at a zebra crossing in London. He looked very uncomfortable and got into a cab five seconds later, although I don't think the latter was anything to do with me.
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He sounds so lovely and polite. Bless him.
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I always like booksignings, because as you are waiting for the famous person to sign your book, you can while away the time by reading the book. This is a bonus you don't get when, say, standing in line to get a CD or DVD signed.
My first encounter with A Famous Person was when George R.R. Martin signed my books (he is a fantastic author of the epic fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire which everyone should totally read) and I have no idea what I said to him. I probably spelled out my name to make sure he didn't sign it to 'Linda' by mistake) I was also probably too thrilled at being able to listen to Terry Pratchett answer questions while George R.R. Martin signed books.
When Pratchett signed my books he made a joke about the Wicked Witch from the West from the Wizard of Oz, and I was like 'I've never read the Wizard of Oz books ARGH' and then he mentioned Oz AGAIN when I got him to sign books for me in Glasgow and again I went 'well, I've never read the Wizard of Oz books either', because he said he'd never read them and then I went EEE HE SIGNED MY BOOKS AND MADE THE SAME REFERENCE SORT OF HE DID WHEN HE LAST MET ME YAY.
Okay, so my thoughts whilst waiting in line for Terry Pratchett to sign my books were also 'LOL why is there a stand of Clarkson and Hammond books on top of a shelf of books about campervans?' but it was mostly YAY PRATCHETT and yay a new Pratchett book.
I think there was a point to this besides me rambling about my own experiences. It probably got eaten in sheer glee at having finished Nanowrimo with Racing Hearts and without zombies!
Also, do write some Richard/Oliver. IT NEEDS TO BE DONE.
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Riona/James OTP!no subject
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I think I'd just jibber at him and mutter something about how two of my cats are named Hammond and May or how lovely he is, then run away.
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I have had a few chances to speak with famous (or maybe "famous," as several of them have been voice actors and therefore generally unrecognized. And some of the others I had either never heard of or was mostly uninterested in) people, and almost every time I have become ridiculously hopeless at communication. But it is an exciting event, especially the first time!
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*loves your geekiness*
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And I hate doing this, but this seems as good a time as any, may I friend you? And because I feel like I have to do this, I love Withnail, Scrubs, Doctor Who, Life on Mars and you seem/are awesome.
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