The Day I Met The Celebrity Of My Dreams And Made A Complete Idiot Of Myself!
Every body I know has a favorite celebrity. Whether you are a teen or older, you will remember that feeling when you saw him or her on TV or live on stage. And we can all remember sitting in the Cinema watching the movie and sighing to ourselves. ‘I love that man, wish I could meet him’ So I hope you will be sympathetic to me, and please don’t laugh too much, when I tell you about the day I met my screen heart throb, hero, lust of my life or whatever else you would like to call it. The man in question is a Movie Star, West End Actor and has stared in many TV programs including Jilly Cooper's Riders, Robin of Sherwood and Dynasty where he played Prince Michael of Moldavia.
Let’s just put it this way, here’s a list of all the things you DON'T do when you come face to face with the man of your dreams!
I still blush now, when I think of it! And this happened way back in the early nineties!
A great idea. Not!
It was a dark cold night, or maybe it was summer, can’t remember, think I must have blocked it out. Anyway, I decided in my wisdom, no, sorry craving, to go over to the shop opposite my house to get a pack of cigarettes. It just happened to be half ten at night. it stays open until eleven. For some reason my son came with me. It was his fault, If he hadn’t turned to me and said:
‘Mom, what’s that light up the road?’ I would have gone back home, none the wiser.
Turning around I looked to see what he was pointing at.
‘I think they must be filming’ I said in all my innocence. It was one of those big spotlights that they use for night filming.
‘Let’s go and take a look’ said my son.
So, instead of going to the shop, I decided to go and be nosy. Typical!
Robin of Sherwood DVDs
Turning Into A Quivering Jello Is Not A Pretty Sight!
We could see the light was shining down on the pub at the top of the road. So, crossing over, we headed around to the side road so that we could peer over the metal gate. There were quite a few people there watching the goings on, so we edged our way in to the front and started to watch the filming. I remember there was a huge helicopter at the back of the pub in the car park. It kept taking of and landing, over and over again. And someone was pumping loads of smoke around to make it look eerie.
It was at this point my friend turned up. So she stayed to watch it with me. Everything was fine, we were enjoying ourselves when suddenly, I did the one thing I shouldn’t do.
I opened my mouth.
In all my innocence I turned to the Cameraman and said’
‘scuse me, who’s in this film, its too dark, I can’t really see their faces’
Walking over, he looked down at his list and said,
‘Martin Clunes, Virginia McKenna, and…’
‘Oh, I like Martin Clunes he is so funny’ I interrupted. Not seeing the great big gaping hole I was just about to fall into. Big time.
The Cameraman continued, ‘ But the main star is Michael Praed’
I looked at him. He looked back.
‘What?’ I said
‘Michael Praed, he’s the main star, he’s in the pub at the moment, getting changed.’ Then he walked off.
I was frozen, not cold, not the weather silly, oh no. I mean frozen like a tree. Petrified, use whatever metaphor you want, I was gob smacked.
Before my friend had a chance to ask what the hell was the matter, I said, or should I say screamed,
‘Oh my God! Oh my bloody buckets! Michael Praed! Gotta meet him, where is he?’ I looked around, my eyes getting bigger and bigger, my little heart thumping away like a whippet after a hare. To anybody looking my way, I looked manic, think mad woman and you'd be right.
Staggered - The Film That Michael Was Making
Turning To Mush
What I hadn’t noticed at this point was the fact that there were about 20 kids milling around behind me. After hearing me scream, they realised that something was amiss and scuttled up to hear what I was saying. But I never saw them. All I could think of was ‘I have to meet him now’!
Seeing my expression, my friend called over the same Cameraman and asked if we could go and get autographs. He said that we could, but would have to wait in the pub hallway for them to come out. Well, the second I heard this I was off like an Olympic sprinter! What I didn't realise was that I was being followed by the 20 kids! We sprinted around to the back door and I stood there shaking like a leaf. My friend was highly amused by this time. It looked liked something out of the Pied Piper, me surrounded by a load of babbling children!
I couldn’t keep still, then I caught a glimpse of Michael in the pub. He waved at me! That was it, I nearly passed out! By this time the whole pub was watching through the large window. But I didn’t care!
Martin Clunes came out first, and we got his autograph, but then the time came for Michael to come out. Once again I froze! He came up to me, smiling and said hello, and my mouth, oh, how I hate my mouth! I opened it to say hello and all that came out was a load of garbage! He must have thought I was mad.
He said, ‘Come into the pub and I will get you a drink'. Well, the kids wanted to come too, but he stopped them and said he would be out in a minute to speak to them.
I remember standing at the bar, just gazing at him. Then I looked around the pub. Oh my God! I knew most of the people in there and they were in hysterics at me. Talk about a dribbling, gabbling, fool! Don’t ask me what Michael said, I just turned into a jelly mold mixture! My hands were shaking, and wait for it, yep, I managed to make myself look a bigger idiot by saying,
‘Can I kiss you????! (what the hell was I thinking? Oh my bloody buckets! What an idiot!)
He smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Well, that was it. Complete swoon, well, nearly! He had to go back to work so left us with a smile and a wave.
I ran home with a smile as big as the Grand Canyon, trailing my poor son behind me who hadn’t said a word. You’d think that would be the end of it, but no, not quite.
First of all I had forgotten the cigarettes and desperately needed one, and the second thing I did was, slamming open my front door, I ran into the front room and yelled’
‘I met Michael Praed’! before anyone had a chance to ask what the hell I was talking about, I heard a moan, and, looking around I saw my other friend who was staying with me, squashed against the wall! I had slammed the door on her!
The outcome was that I hadn’t killed her, nearly, but not quite, and my partner was peeved because of the lack of cigarettes!
So, the motto of this story is, if you are faced with the movie star of your dreams, don’t dribble, babble ask to kiss them, or slam your best friend in the door.
Have some decorum. Please.