eastmidswhizzkid wrote:Muppet wrote:My wife gets the occasional email from Julianne Regan - does that count?
it's sufficiently intimate with a fave yesteryear goddess of mine to make me feel like a sweaty teenager again.
So how the hell do you think I cope then? I had my Julianne phase(d), believe me... so when an email lands in our inbox from her, it's all I can do (I quote) "stop myself feeling like a sweaty teenager again!"
On a similarly lame theme, I once was stood in a queue outside a Ghost Dance gig (Plymouth, Oct 86, If I remember correctly) and was stood next to a rather drop dead lovely lady, with red hair. Being a shy bugger back then, I said nothing.
Cut to about three hours later, and there she was on stage. Singing. With Ghost Dance.
Which made me think:
1) Bugger!!! I'd been stood next to Anne Marie, and said nothing!!!!
and 2), which has only now occured to me...
Why the hell was she queing for her OWN GIG??!!!