Famous encounters

Poststructural Pub
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Seeing the Corrs on another post reminded me of when I went to see River Dance.
We got cheaper tickets for the opening night and there were these good looking sisters there (amongst other famous people). We did not know who they were and my husband was convinced that they were the twins from the Australian soap Neighbours. The ones that Paul Robinson was married to, well one of them anyway. I was convinced that they weren’t so I went up to them and asked them if they were said twins. Andrea laughed and said that they weren’t but said that she was very flattered to be asked as she said that she thought the twins were very lovely.
We had no idea who I had spoken to untill quite a few years afterwards when they became really famous. I wonder if I would have spoken to them if I had known who they were. I probably wouldn’t have known what to say.
I suppose I could have asked her what whistle she uses :laughing:

Has anyone else had such an encounter.

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I once cooked french fries for Bob Hope.

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Did you know it was Bob Hope at the time?

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Just the other day I was in the grocery store and the cashier spoke to me. I was all cool about it and all you know.

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Was it the hot one?

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Just the other day I was in the grocery store and the cashier spoke to me. I was all cool about it and all you know.

Yesss andddd?? are we being wise or what?

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Maybe Simon. You tell me. The cashier was the grandfather of the alligator biker chick.

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Wiseass. So you sat near a somewhat famous person for awhile. I’ve just never got that angle of being obsessed with famous people. I can understand wanting to see a famous person perform or listen to what they had to say about their craft, if that craft interested me. But just to go ga-ga because I see or know or am a famous person, what does that matter to a person?

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I kept meeting people who look like Richard Dreyfuss. The first two times it was just a resemblance, but the third time it was actually him!

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Indeed, I did. He came back into the kitchen to give a wave to all the long-haired freaks cooking his dinner, possibly hoping that if he was congenial, we would not spit in his food.

I once delivered room service to a Pointer sister, too, but I don’t know which one.

And the Phelpses and I go way back.

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Michael or Fred?

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:laughing: :thumbsup: :laughing:

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Well, if any of y’alls figger out that you met ME one time, let us know.

Do feel free to bask. :wink:

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I would hope he went to the one where the AC works.

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Fred. Well, not really Fred his own self, but a host of Phelps progeny.

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I made a banana split for Joe Namath once. And yes, I KNEW it was him (I’d seen that episode of the Brady Bunch enough times to know what he looked like).

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I met Nano once! :smiley: He was at a session playing his cittern.

I bask to this day!

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But did you know it was me at the time?

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Well, no. :really: but I do now! :party:

doesn’t that count?

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Of course! That’s the the idea of the OP: people you met but didn’t know at the time that they were who they were when you met them until later when for some reason or another you realised who they were and you remembered that you’d met them before you knew they were who they were.

Only difference is I ain’t famous. :laughing:

Close as I get to that is that I’ve been compared to Paul McCartney, Joe Namath, Michael J. Fox, Eric Clapton, and lately Eric Stoltz. Don’t ask…I can’t figure it out, either. No one ever mentions Mel Gibson, dammit.

Never met any of them that I know of.