Quick bit of celebrity-spotting. Yesterday, while manning the 'tickets-for-today' window I was approached by someone who had booked their tickets on t'internet and wanted to collect them. She claimed the card she'd made the booking with had been compromised in some fashion or other and so she was unable to get it from the machine.
A likely story, I thought! But since the person in question was Debbie Chazen off of lots of telly stuff (including Mine All Mine and We Are Klang (do you know, they should have done more We Are Klang, it was fine. I know they did that Klang Show pilot, but it looks like they've all gone their seperate ways now. Greg Davies is doing the business post Inbetweeners and Marek Larwood seems to pop up on CBBC comedy Sorry, I've Got No Head so I guess there won't be any more) I could tell she was not an imposter. Her name came up after she read out her Collection Reference Number (and she read it in proper NATO style, saying 'Kilo, Kilo, Hotel' and all that nonsense that's actually pretty cool really) and the fact she looked like Debbie Chazen was the clincher, which is to say she looked like this:
Well, you know what I mean - not exactly like that. She was in town for Calendar Girls which had just completed a smash hit run at Scarborough's Futurist Theatre. It's been a pretty big deal - there was even a poster for it on the floor of the station concourse. That's right - the floor. Everybody who got off a train at Scarborough station had to walk over several naked women huddled around a piano. Her ticket was to Blackpool, which is the next location for the Calendar Girls tour, so that seemed to corroborate her story further.
Anyhoo, to me it was more important that she'd played Foon Van Hoff in the 2007 Doctor Who Christmas Special Voyage of the Damned.
Fear Factor 1100!
Casually letting her know that I had twigged who she was I confessed my credentials as a Doctor Who fan. 'May the Force be with you,' was her considered reply, to which we both gave a knowing chuckle. I hadn't the heart to tell her that my people consider that to be an offensive comment of the worst kind and in more fundamentalist circles she could very well have been stoned. With stale jelly babies. But as I had also enjoyed her readings of the the Doctor Who Audiobooks Wishing Well and Shining Darkness I tempered my disgust.
Blimey, I forgot to ask her what it was like working with Kylie Minogue! God, I'll be buying OK and Heat before you know it (actually, I got a really cheap subscription to Heat when it first came out and was more of a TV and Film mag than a 'sleb one. And I won a copy of Terrence Malick's The Thin Red Line on VHS from the prize crossword in one issue. Still haven't watched it though...).
Later, as she went for her train she gave me a little nod of acknowledgment as she passed. I gave one of those half-hearted reciprocal waves as if I was allowing a Ford Fiesta to pass me on a narrow road. How nice, I thought. That's something I can bob in me blog.
More soonliest.
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