otisroom wrote:[
If you have a story about spending the day with Hitler we could end this thread.

My grandfather did just that.

Earlier this December I talked to Steve Turner from Mudhoney. I asked him he had any funny Chris Farley stories from when they were shooting Black Sheep. He just said "no, not really" but that they used to tell people that during the shoot, Farley was trying his best to be clean, but the band got him back on the coke.

When I was a kid, shopping at Ames, a department store of the shady kind, I got into a conversation with James Earl Jones. I had retardedly scraped my chin on the ground after a nice fall, and he asked me what happened. He was buying a large, old style trunk, obviously for the multitude of bodies in his basement, and I felt cool talking to Darth Fucking Vader. The funny part was I couldn't for the life me remember his name. "Bell Atlantic" kept popping up in my head, though. Very nice man.

I was in office max with my parents and Robert Vaughn was there. My dad talked to him, as I didn't have much to say. I liked The Magnificent Seven, but it didn't click.

when i was young, maybe about 10 or so, i often saw Australian mega celebrity and adequate sportsman Andrew Gaze shopping at the same Myer department store.

No shit. I wouldnt make this stuff up.

Recently I was in a studio where Patrick Swayze was doing a table read with a bunch of other actors. Same studio later had a holiday party to which myself and Mr Swayze were kindly invited. I figured I ought to say something to him, and that it probably ought to start with "I really liked you in [movie name here]" but I couldn't think of a movie of his that I actually liked so I ended up saying nothing. Later on my coworkers reminded me of that movie where he threw a dog at Keanu Reeves. Not much of a movie, but that idea amused me.

Also, I was once in a fancy Seattle steakhouse where Jennifer Aniston was dining at the table next to ours. Our respective parties got up to leave at the same time, and my friend Rob damn near threw his elbow into her nose while putting on his jacket. She gave him the stink-eye and flounced off to the ladies room... trailed by all the women in our party. One of them gleefully reported afterwards that she got to use the toilet immediately after Jennifer Aniston, and confirmed what I'm sure you all suspected: Jennifer Aniston does not flush. Perhaps she has people to do that for her.

I used to go out with a girl whos brother's girlfriend's friend caught the knickers courtney love threw into the crowd at the Glasgow Barrowlands.

Alan McGee's mum lives three streets away from my dad's.

Haydon wrote:

just last week i was at the airport coming home from christmas.

in australia, famousness doesnt get much more famouser than a comedy/band/act named "tripod" (see above).

they were picking up their shit in sydney while my flight was delayed. i BOO'D them. i thought, being comedians, they'd see the humour in getting boo'd out of an airport.

there was no laughter or smiles...just heads down and look the other way.

i felt like an asshole.

I saw the dude in the middle in Rundle Mall (Adelaide city) once. He was really tall and skinny, and his pants were too short.

Do members of Les Savy Fav count as "famous people"? They used my bass gear and our drummers kit when they toured here a few years ago. Oh, and the guitarist from the Gossip bought a My Sister The Cop shirt from me when we played with them as well. And I just bought a Big Black shirt from Jeff Nelson (of Dischord fame) on ebay.

I was once on the Oscar the Clown Show, he was Central Wisconsin's Bozo-lite.

steve wrote:Oh yeah, almost forgot. Spend about 16 hours with Hunter S. Thompson at his home in Woody Creek, Colorado. Very weird scene. Almost exactly as weird as you would imagine, and in all the ways you would imagine. I should tell that story some day.

steve! tell the story...

steve wrote:Oh yeah, almost forgot. Spend about 16 hours with Hunter S. Thompson at his home in Woody Creek, Colorado. Very weird scene. Almost exactly as weird as you would imagine, and in all the ways you would imagine. I should tell that story some day.

Steve, cut the BS. You never met HST. You're just being a dick.