Well, sadly I didn't meet Billy. I arrived too late, and he's just too damn popular. Bad Billy. Oh, and this is
Billy Boyd I'm talking about, for you non-fandom readers. Not Billy Idol, no.
Actually, I didn't meet anyone famous at all! *hangs head* I'm a bad fan.
But. I did
see quite a lot of them, and that was terribly exciting! (I don't get out much). I managed to stand quite near Billy, and I projected all your messages at him using my powerful telepathy, so I'm sure he got them. Except for yours, I'm afraid,
badgermonkey and
shrinetolust, because I received them too late for telepathic projection. So sadly, Billy and Dom's script will go un-marked and Orlando's clothes will stay on. So will Billy's, I imagine, except for his trousers, which will be on the floor at
eyebrowofdoom's house.
So, I had lots of fun and, most importantly, met the incredibly gorgeous and lovely
trianne,
hjartad, and
angelislington! Which was great!. And here are some other things:
* Billy is very beautiful. I saw him wink at someone.
* Andy Serkis is
gorgeous.* John Rhys Davies used the whole experience as an excuse to tickle lovely ladies. I saw this with my own eyes.
* If you want a large quantity of little girls to get out of your way, fast - just get Tom Felton to walk past in the opposite direction.
*Paul McGann eats sandwiches and drinks Orangina, like ordinary people! I saw him doing this in the Costa Coffeeshop. With my own eyes!
* Billy is lovely, you know.
* Sala Baker looked at me! Although perhaps he was just looking at something near me. This is entirely possible.
* I had a ticket for the Andy Serkis queue, but really - one has to leave Milton Keynes
some time!
* Billy!
My friend the secret papparazzo has kindly taken some very nice pics of famous people from behind potted palms. When he's sent them to me I'll endeavour to share them with you.