Celebrity Encounter #1
I MET ROGER MOORE.
Book signing in Easons on O'Connell Street on Saturday, blew off other commitments to go with therapistfinder, my boyfriend and his dad (don't ask). Took him forever to appear (I just stood at the velvet rope shouting 'WELEASE WOGER!' 'OMG Dudley Moore!' 'I can't believe I get to meet Sean Connery' and other exclamations I thought were funny.
As always happens when in close quarters with strangers, some weird guy started talking to us. Turns out he had calculated Sir Roger's every step from the time he landed in Ireland til he leaves. Creepy. I was abandoned and left to take pictures (which I will eventually post) on my own.
One valuble lesson I learned from my adventure: Old ladies are insane about celebrities. I swear, it was Nanageddon all over again. Even worse than the Mighty Boosh, they were vicious. I suppose, they were the ones around when the Beatles started out. It makes more sense now. In light of this fact, his wife probably shouldn't have sat next to him at the signing. There were whispered threats of murder.
In fairness, he does look pretty foxy for 81. I did my Good Deed for the day there too - I let some little old lady get in front of me to shake his hand. She thanked me like, a million times (three times). Someone better repay the favour when Johnny Depp is 81. If they don't, I'll just kill them and throw him in my marraige sack (I should only be a spry young 54 year old at that stage, I can take him).
That's my excting news. Sorry things have been slow but I started the dreaded NIGHTSTUDY (in school at 8AM, out school at 7PM, and I still can't get my maths done) this week so there'll be less of the posty over the next few weeks.
I'll try write more, be more interesting and upload pictures of Mr. Bond ASAP.