Famous encounters

[Pammy]

And thank you Nano, poor little mutepoint missed the point on this occasion. Must be the heat

[Denny]

I've gotten a pm from Nano. Woo.

Ha! So've I, he'll talk to anyone

[Flyingcursor]

Did you know it was Bob Hope at the time?

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.

Long haired freak and Kansas cop in one person? That's going to take awhile to get my head around.

[Flyingcursor]

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.

Was she that Progressive Insurance babe because she's smokin!

[Flyingcursor]

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

Do feel free to bask.

Just having you on this board is more awe inspiring than most people can handle.

[dubhlinn]

Having been complimented on my fiddle playing by a oldish guy in Donegal many years back, I asked him if he played himself.
He smiled and said yes but he did not play Irish music.


It was shortly afterwards that I found out it was Yehudi Menhuin...

He looked different without the fiddle under his chin


Slan,
D.

[Lambchop]

I once served Howard Johnson's (the son) dinner. He sat at the fountain counter. I did not know who he was, but was suspicious because the rest of the staff went into a panic when he came in and his steak was a good bit better than that offered on the menu.

He was quiet, but pleasant, and did tip appropriately.

One of my recollections of that summer includes vivid memories of the waitress handbook, circa 1955 treasure which required that we wear white underwear -- white panties, white brassiere, white full slip, and a white girdle with . . . I'm not making this up . . . attached garters to hold up our nylons. Upon being informed of this, I said I did not believe I would be able to comply with that requirement, due to the unavailability of both girdles and stockings. I wore pantyhose. Besides, who would know?

The female who hired me said company matrons would conduct surprise inspections during which female employees would be taken to the stock room and required to display their undergarments. Several waitresses confirmed that this had occurred to them. I believed this to be unconstitutional infringement upon both liberty and the pursuit of happiness, either of which would be impossible to achieve in a girdle, and decided to just take my chances with respect to a big equal-opportunity settlement.

The uniform required wear of a small apron, the ties of which were to be starched and formed into a perky bow, the sides of which were to be safety-pinned to the waistband. This was to prevent randy businessmen from playfully yanking the ends and ripping off the apron. The girdle was to prevent them from pinching one's backside. I thought that such randy apron-rippers and buttock-pinchers should be arrested, but HoJo feared loss of their apparently considerable business.

Mr. Johnson did not attempt to pinch or yank, but that may only have been because the fountain counter put my bow-bedecked behind too far away.

[cowtime]

Ralph Stanley

that's the only famous person I've met- other than politicians and I don't put them in the same catagory

[chrisoff]

I once met Billy Connolly at the Stonehaven Folk Festival. Snuck into the launch event while underage as we heard a rumour he was there. Managed to get a pint and grab a few minutes of his time for a quick chat about whatever my teenage mind could think of at the time, before we were spotted by some teachers who were there and had to make a sharp exit.

He was great, must have known we shouldn't have been in there but was happy to chat to us for a couple of minutes.

Just managed to get tickets to see him in Edinburgh (couldn't get tickets for his Aberdeen show) later this year so that should be good.

Oh, I've also met heaps of musicians etc from playing in bands. But that doesn't really count.

[Flyingcursor]

I once served Howard Johnson's (the son) dinner. He sat at the fountain counter. I did not know who he was, but was suspicious because the rest of the staff went into a panic when he came in and his steak was a good bit better than that offered on the menu.

He was quiet, but pleasant, and did tip appropriately.

One of my recollections of that summer includes vivid memories of the waitress handbook, circa 1955 treasure which required that we wear white underwear -- white panties, white brassiere, white full slip, and a white girdle with . . . I'm not making this up . . . attached garters to hold up our nylons. Upon being informed of this, I said I did not believe I would be able to comply with that requirement, due to the unavailability of both girdles and stockings. I wore pantyhose. Besides, who would know?

The female who hired me said company matrons would conduct surprise inspections during which female employees would be taken to the stock room and required to display their undergarments. Several waitresses confirmed that this had occurred to them. I believed this to be unconstitutional infringement upon both liberty and the pursuit of happiness, either of which would be impossible to achieve in a girdle, and decided to just take my chances with respect to a big equal-opportunity settlement.

The uniform required wear of a small apron, the ties of which were to be starched and formed into a perky bow, the sides of which were to be safety-pinned to the waistband. This was to prevent randy businessmen from playfully yanking the ends and ripping off the apron. The girdle was to prevent them from pinching one's backside. I thought that such randy apron-rippers and buttock-pinchers should be arrested, but HoJo feared loss of their apparently considerable business.

Mr. Johnson did not attempt to pinch or yank, but that may only have been because the fountain counter put my bow-bedecked behind too far away.

Keep up those descriptions Lamby.

[Nanohedron]

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

Do feel free to bask.

Just having you on this board is more awe inspiring than most people can handle.

Yes. It is, rather, isn't it.

I can't recall meeting anyone famous according to the parameters of the OP. But I did meet Dáithí Sproule for the first time when he was wandering about at a concert in a bar; I recognised him from his photo on an album, and said to him, "You must be Dáithí Sproule, am I right?" He confirmed that, and asked my name. Thus armed, he then said, "And you must be [Nanohedron], then." Classic Dáithí.

[Flyingcursor]

I've met a lot of famous dulcimer players, if that counts.

[Rob Sharer]

Having been complimented on my fiddle playing by a oldish guy in Donegal many years back, I asked him if he played himself.
He smiled and said yes but he did not play Irish music.


It was shortly afterwards that I found out it was Yehudi Menhuin...

He looked different without the fiddle under his chin


Slan,
D.

Yah, good aul' Huddie McMenamin!


R

[Pammy]

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

Do feel free to bask.

Just having you on this board is more awe inspiring than most people can handle.

Yes. It is, rather, isn't it.

I can't recall meeting anyone famous according to the parameters of the OP. But I did meet Dáithí Sproule for the first time when he was wandering about at a concert in a bar; I recognised him from his photo on an album, and said to him, "You must be Dáithí Sproule, am I right?" He confirmed that, and asked my name. Thus armed, he then said, "And you must be [Nanohedron], then." Classic Dáithí.

Wow he really said "and you must be [Nanohedron] then" wow you must have been really chuffed

[MikeS]

When I was a kid, our regular babysitter was the sister of Max Gail (Wojeciehowicz on "Barney Miller).