Here are the rules of the game: You have to come up with a tenuous connection to a celebrity. The cheesier or weirder the celebrity the more points you get. The more tenuous (or weirder) the connection the better too (although there is a cut-off point – seeing them on television does not count, nor does merely living in the same country).
Last years winners were:
(1) The Prestigious UK Award:
Lucy Chintz for: “My cousin’s great grandmother was in the car crash with Sammy Davis Jr when he lost his left eye”
Urban Chick for: “My friend was a doctor of the brother of the last Emperor of China”
(2) The Equally Prestigious International Award:
The Cronz for: “My sister had larks with Billy Idol’s backstage crew
You cannot use a connection that you have entered before. For the bibulous amongst you the prize is plonk. For the others (or at your discretion) it will be something that has fallen off the back of a truck headed for Amazon.com.
Place your entries by leaving comments. The winners will be decided Zimbabewean Election stylee: there will be a vote but then I will steal the ballot boxes.
Good luck!
While working as a Gasman, I made the fake log fire in a scene from BBC’s Monarch of the Glen, then at lunchtime, on my way up to the BBC canteen, I passed Chick Young on the stairs, he nodded and said “Hi” in a very arrogant way.
Someone that works for me once went to Top of the Pops with a friend who had stood on Barry Gibbs (Bee Gees obviously) foot at another concert the year before… Now that is tenuous! And I only found that I have that amazingly tenuous link to celebrity today!! SO it’s also ‘new’.
I used to go to the gym with a woman who had a mate that worked in Paddy Ashdown’s office – apparently he didn’t speak to her for about 3 weeks when she beat his fitness score at the gym.
Oh – and I was standing in the hallway handing out badges to guests at No 11 last week – I saw the back of Alistair Darling’s head as he went off to Amsterdam to avoid our party.
Totally off topic, my apologies.
The author I recently recommended to you, Laurie R. King, will be at these locations in June, should anyone be able to attend. She’s a lovely, lively speaker.
Oxford
June 18
(to be confirmed)
Blackwell Books and Oxford Library reading groups
London
June 19, 7:00
Paddington Library, Porchester Road
i once had quite a long phone conversation with stephen spender – in french.
noel fielding’s girlfriend kicked me in the head (accidentally) while crowd surfing.
filch lives down my road…welll the actor who plays him does anyway
and i saved noel fielding’s girlfriend from falling on the floor when she was crowd surfing.
My mother’s brother’s wife’s (i.e. my aunt but I wanted it to sound REALLY tenuous) stepfather was Elvis Presley’s chauffeur.
Also, I once had a go at Vinnie Jones for pushing in front of me at the bar at the David Lloyd gym in Bushey. He was very apologetic but every time I saw him there afterwards (he used to play tennis there) he scowled at me. Not sure if I was brave or stupid.
how could i have forgotten? only last year, i went down with christopher lee – oh, do grow up! – in a lift. yes! count dracula, himself. or, if you prefer, the sith lord. we’d both been doing interviews at the bbc. i was bashful. he was tall. not much was said.
This is appropriately undwerwhelming:
I bought £150 worth of cava in Oddbins in Wapping and remarked that it must have been a reasonable sale for them. “Not really,” the assistant said. “We just had Suzie Quattro in here and her bill was so high we had to run her card through the machine twice.”
Ooh I remember another one. When I was 16 I had a Saturday job in W.H.Smith and Gloria Hunniford came in asking if we sold toilet roll. Why she thought Smiths would sell bogroll is anyone’s guess. I had to tell her no.