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.
