h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good night then!

Morning ladies. Have some

I saw some dishy chappies on German TV last night. Won't post the link because foreign links get yikesed, so I can keep them to myself.

Methos and Sho might know what I mean when I say it was the winning team in the wok World Championship. (not a cooking competition) The Pro 7 team. To see them talking really intelligently and at the same time imagine them rolling about in the snow.....

TC, I know what you're talking about. I so love the idea to have a wok wm...!

I can't really follow you on the , though - no, wait that guy sitting right up front, now he was nice.

And I once ate something Ralf Zacherl cooked. I was at 'his' restaurant and he even came to the table. guy, but the food was really great.

Methos

Methos - I just asked you to get 's autograph, because I probably won't!

Is the gig you're going to in Berlin the one that's "an audience with James Marsters" or just the Ghost of the Robot gig?
The "audience with James Marsters" one here in the UK sold out before I heard about it.

We're only going to the gig, too. The audience-bit is just too expensive and I'm not so sure I would survive being surrounded by hundreds of screaming, hysterical teenagers. Good luck to man!

Anayway, so the chances of me getting an autograph are pretty slim, too.

Methos

Oh well, I had to ask!

The audience thing would be a riot I reckon...a veritable stampede of hormonally challenged females...
Hang on, that sounds like me!

I'm not that keen about autographs myself. I wouldn't know what to do with it, I guess. Put it on the wall?

Okay, so probably I would stampede with them, too. Or I would be totally put off and it would be a nightmare.

Methos

I'd much rather have a decent conversation with someone who was famous than just get their name written on a bit of paper too.

Still, when I met Amber Benson, I got to have a really nice chat with her, a photo taken *and* her autograph.
Sad, me?



Stampeding someone is something that I hope and pray to every god imaginable that I would never do.
But when it came to it, I wonder if I would get caught up in the hysteria too...
All those screaming girlies....

I've just had an idea for autograph collectors. Buy a packet of white nylon underpants with lots of lace and not much else and ask him to sign one of those. Biro would write well, and indelible felt tip would be good, too.

Still I'm probably not the first one to have that idea. Certainly more original than T-shirts, though. But then again, who'd see them? Your boyfriend/husband? would you want that? Frame them? Hang them where?

Treasure them and keep them under your pillow, in your handbag? Get them out on ladies' night? Now we're talking!

In fact, I think get some to store in my handbag next time I'm shopping. Then I can get them out at concerts if I ever meet anyone famous and able and embarrass my kids.

- has got the best of me tonight, I reckon.

I've just read the description above. "Lots of lace and not much else" He'd have to sign the gusset.

Whoever the "he" may be.

Oh to be young and nubile again.

I hope I won't completely loose it, too. Stampeding is not the imrepssion I would like to make. But a bit of wandering around to get a little bit nearer to the stage... You know, searching for the loo, of course...

Methos

When I was young enough to be able to scream and rave, I didn't. Geographically and Financially challenged. As well as hormonally. I didn't have any real crushes till I was over 30, I'm sure. My first was Axl Rose. Those lovely teeth.

And on Ask the Community I once started a thread asking what you would actually say to someone famous if you met and had the chance to really talk to them. I wouldn't know what to say. If I was a fan, I wouldn't want to just mumble lots of admiring sentences and ask inane questions about their career, which every interviewer always does anyway. On the other hand, it would be hard to hold an every day conversation on subjects like food or other people.


No one came up with any helpful suggestions in that thread, by the way.

Better late than never!

And there are only a few celebreties which would maybe render me speechless. Joaquin Phoenix and I don't have the first clue what to talk to him about although I would so love to.
I do know what I would ask boy, though - I'd ask him how he manages to play all these physically demanding roles when he broke his back a few years ago. If he never was afraid that it would make it worse or something. I hurt my back a few years ago - nothing major - but I was afraid for month!

Methos

if I met someone famous? I'd probably giggle and a lot (depending on how much they score on the scale, that is)

for instance:

Viggo Mortensen - I'd probably implode. But then I'd want to ask how he finds time to do all the stuff he does. And how he decides, when he gets up in the morning, what he's going to do if he has a couple of projects on the go and has ideas for all of them. OTOH, probably I'd just ask if he would marry me and let me have his babies.

Bob Dylan would render me speechless, as would Neil Young and Eric Clapton.

Peter Gabriel - well, I'd have to ask why he finds it necessary to put on such a physically demanding (and most excellent) show, when his songs are just about perfect anyway, that people would go to hear them live, even if he turned off all the lights and did nothing.

Johnny Depp - probably my knickers would melt and I'd blush lots.

er... basically, confronted with able men, I turn into a raving idiot.

On the other hand: if I was on the phone to one of them, I'd probably do better. Apparently I "give good phone" - several of my customers tell me that regularly. One of them is female

Oh, I just realized what would probably be my major problem when confronted with somebody famous and - I would forget how to speak English instantly and stammer like a true idiot.

Methos

ah, that would happen to me if I ever bumped into the rather Campino

only, of course, I'd be forgetting how to speak German... probably English too

I'd probably forget how to speak at all and would just grin goofily (I know this word probably doesn't exist but I like it).

Methos

well, if it didn't exist before: it does now!

and once again it's for me now

Then once again - sleep tight!

And is it just me or is it pretty much the 'Usual suspects' here now? Weren't there lots of people around here when I first came here? I hope, I haven't them away?

Campino speaks as good English as any of us. His mother was English and he is the only German who speaks English really matter-of-factly, without an embarrassed laugh at the end of each sentence.

I think he'd put anyone at ease straight away. Nice guy.

Most of the others probably come across very differently in person. People who you think must be really nice are arrogant (I've heard Terry Pratchett is not a nice person) and others might turn out to be so nice that the real thing is several notches higher on the scale, compared to the image projected on the screen.

Whoops - better post this, it's been sitting on my screen for a couple of hours now.