I'll be interested to see if the (speaking of cheesiness) guy who writes for the Current about (movies and) his encounters with celebrities uses the photo he had taken of himself with the Prince of Bad Taste. That guy and his companion arrived very late & sat behind me & squirrelykat, where their chat revealed, to put it kindly, ignorance. In all its not-so-glorious connotations.
Exchanged text messages with shmizla, heading home from Morrissey at Exit Fest. That's a brush with fame, of a sort, i'n't it?