Anonymous wrote:Was in PE class with Reese Witherspoon in HS. She's OK. Saw Lennox Lewis at a bar in South Beach. My friends told him it was my birthday and he gave me a hug. Used to work in sports journalism and met Jeff Gordon when he came to our paper. He was nice. Met Al Gore once. He was nice too.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This is an old story, and you may have to be an old punk rocker to appreciate it...
I met Johnny Rotten in 1981, I think. PiL was touring and I desperately wanted to get into the show but was underage, so a friend and I snuck in before the soundcheck and hid in the bathrooms. When we heard the band start, we ran out toward him, screaming his name. The funny thing is that he was sitting on a table and didn't flinch, as though this happened every day. Security started to throw us out but he told them to leave us alone. We chatted for a little while and we gave him some tulips we'd brought. He really loved that and said, "Ah, the flowers of romance...," which made us giggle.
We then explained that we couldn't get into the show because we were underage, so he said he'd put us on the guest list. Before we left, he asked for a kiss...and yes, his teeth lived up to his name.
Later that night we came back to find that the club wouldn't let us in without IDs, even though we were on the guest list. We were so upset. We ran to the backstage entrance and met the band as they were going on and told Johnny what was going on. He said he'd help us out. Sure enough, he sent his tour manager out several times during the concert (!) to negotiate with the bouncers, who wouldn't budge. We were hysterically sobbing at this point. Finally, the tour manager said that she would put us backstage so that there was no way we could get to the bar, and the bouncers finally agreed. During the show, Johnny saw us, grinned, and said into the microphone, "See? I told you I'd get you in."
He has a reputation as the biggest asshole ever, but he was incredibly nice to a couple of 15-year-old fans that night.
This is a great story. But, you were seriously crying? That is hilarious!
Anonymous wrote:I've met them all over the world so I don't sweat them like most folks. Most of them particularly actors don't impress me because most are self-centered, insecure, selfish, dysfunctional, attention-seeking prostitutes with a lot of problems, money and skeletons. The nicest person I ever met was Bishop Desmond Tutu at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta.
Anonymous wrote:This is an old story, and you may have to be an old punk rocker to appreciate it...
I met Johnny Rotten in 1981, I think. PiL was touring and I desperately wanted to get into the show but was underage, so a friend and I snuck in before the soundcheck and hid in the bathrooms. When we heard the band start, we ran out toward him, screaming his name. The funny thing is that he was sitting on a table and didn't flinch, as though this happened every day. Security started to throw us out but he told them to leave us alone. We chatted for a little while and we gave him some tulips we'd brought. He really loved that and said, "Ah, the flowers of romance...," which made us giggle.
We then explained that we couldn't get into the show because we were underage, so he said he'd put us on the guest list. Before we left, he asked for a kiss...and yes, his teeth lived up to his name.
Later that night we came back to find that the club wouldn't let us in without IDs, even though we were on the guest list. We were so upset. We ran to the backstage entrance and met the band as they were going on and told Johnny what was going on. He said he'd help us out. Sure enough, he sent his tour manager out several times during the concert (!) to negotiate with the bouncers, who wouldn't budge. We were hysterically sobbing at this point. Finally, the tour manager said that she would put us backstage so that there was no way we could get to the bar, and the bouncers finally agreed. During the show, Johnny saw us, grinned, and said into the microphone, "See? I told you I'd get you in."
He has a reputation as the biggest asshole ever, but he was incredibly nice to a couple of 15-year-old fans that night.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Englebert Humperdink came to a dinner party at my parents house when I was little and I remember my mom being especially frantic about the piano keys being polished and my dad bellowing "he better sing for his dinner" as they discussed the menu that was apparently more expensive than usual
lol!
My parents loved him!
You and I have dated ourselves.
won't embed - damn it!
But you know how to work You Tube so you're ahead of me! I'm glad someone else appreciated the story. My mom was in her glory!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I once bumped into Fred Travalena at a NIAF event. He said I was beautiful.
No one knows who he is, however, and I believe he's now dead.
So I don't think this really counts.
He said you're beautiful, it counts dammit!
Anonymous wrote:I once bumped into Fred Travalena at a NIAF event. He said I was beautiful.
No one knows who he is, however, and I believe he's now dead.
So I don't think this really counts.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Englebert Humperdink came to a dinner party at my parents house when I was little and I remember my mom being especially frantic about the piano keys being polished and my dad bellowing "he better sing for his dinner" as they discussed the menu that was apparently more expensive than usual
lol!
My parents loved him!
You and I have dated ourselves.
won't embed - damn it!
Anonymous wrote:Englebert Humperdink came to a dinner party at my parents house when I was little and I remember my mom being especially frantic about the piano keys being polished and my dad bellowing "he better sing for his dinner" as they discussed the menu that was apparently more expensive than usual