A few years ago a friend of mine went to Australia for a holiday. On the way back she had a night stopover in LA, so decided to treat herself to a night in the Chateaux Marmont hotel. She got there, dropped her bags and decided to go and explore. Upon getting in the lift she found it was occupied, and began to chat to the man about her trip. He was Australian, and they passed the time until the lift reached the ground floor. When it stopped, he said his goodbyes and said “if you need anything while you are here, just ask for me at reception”.
She says she remembers thinking what a kind man he was, but that she wouldn’t have a clue what his name was or how she would find him. The doors opened, and outside were paparazzi and bouncers, and he was whisked away. Turns out (or we are ninety percent sure, after inundating her with pictures) that it was Hugh Jackman.
My friend doesn’t watch TV or see films that often, and she doesn’t read gossip magazines, so doesn’t really recognise celebrities. I thought this was brilliant, and was over the moon on her behalf. She was bemused. What made me laugh all the more was that she then went out on a bus tour of celebrities houses in LA, because she thought “that’s what everyone did” despite not having a clue who half the people were!
I told this story when on holiday, and my friend KP had another. The mother of a friend of hers went to New York for a few days on her own, and got in the lift (seems like the elevator is the best place to go celebrity spotting!) I can’t remember how it happened or what was said, but there were two big guys in the lift, and one smaller man. Something was said, and it resulted in her dropping to the floor and pushing her mobile phone towards them, thinking she was being mugged. The men picked her up and apologised, embarrassed that she had mistaken them for criminals. She went on her way but on the day she went to check out she was informed that ‘Mr Smith’ had paid her bill. Apparently it was Will Smith, and he was so embarrassed that he had settled her hotel bill. Brilliant!!
These stories make me smile so much. When I was about nine my dad insisted that me and my sister went to drop his friend Nick at work with him, in the evening (there were holes in this story right from the beginning, but we were unaware). We sat in the car listening to the top forty and singing along, and the Spice Girls came on. We sang along and Nick asked us if we liked them. “No” we replied “they’re rubbish”. Turns out Nick was a friend of theirs and we were on the way to their concert. Where we went backstage. We ‘hated’ them so much that my sister got so excited she threw up.
Has anyone else had any celebrity run ins?