I Must Confess…My Lame Claims to Fame
Hello there and welcome to another soul-baring session of I Must Confess.
Regulars will know this is my weekly therapy session where I come clean about secrets from my past, reveal embarrassing tidbits about myself or confess to irrational fears or behaviours.
I love to have others link up their own confessions too, whether old or new, so don’t be shy if you feel the need to share. Okay?
This week I need to come clean about my lame claims to fame since I had another brush with (D grade?) fame on my flight back from Melbourne.
Get ready for this. I shared the flight from Melbourne to Newcastle with none other than the Newcastle Knights first grade NRL team.
I know. You should all be in total awe of me right now.
This latest encounter however doesn’t come anywhere near to my other lame claims to fame:
1. I was less than a metre away from Australian Idol winner Wes Carr last year when I accompanied Gilbert Bear on the Qantas Jumbo flight for kids with special needs. I still didn’t go up to him though as I wasn’t actually sure it was Wes Carr until they introduced him and then he was swamped by the crowd. Seriously.
2. During the 1998 Australian Open my friend and I were within smashing distance of Mark Philippoussis at one of the nightclubs at Crown Casino in Melbourne. He had a girl on each arm and was looking right in his element. It should not have surprised me then that years later he participated in the ill-advised reality dating show “Age of Love”.
3. I sat and gazed at Goran Ivanisevic many years ago at the Australian Men’s Indoor Championship which used to be played at the Sydney Entertainment Centre. I wasn’t game enough to line up for his autograph as I hate being seen as a “fan” but I was happy enough to be a stalker from afar…don’t judge me!
4. I once spoke to Ellery Hanley (English Rugby League player who once played for my favourite NRL team, the Tigers) on the phone at my work and giggled a little when he told me he “played a little bit of football”. I knew very well he was actually an international league star, but I kept my cool, pretended I didn’t know and then swooned a little the minute I got off the phone!
5. I shook Pope John Paul II‘s hand at a papal audience in Rome on a choir trip when I was 14. I remember writing to my parents and marvelling at how soft his hands were – I even pondered what soap he might have used…
So there are some of my lame claims to fame. I would love to hear about your brushes with the rich and famous and whether they are as lame as mine!
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