smutchin
Cat 6 Racer
- Location
- The Red Enclave
My life has been a series of fleeting encounters with Christopher Biggins.
When I was 16, I was returning from France on a hovercraft at the end of a cycle-touring holiday with a couple of friends. Biggins and his agent were sitting in the row behind us, arguing about some job he was supposed to be doing.
On another occasion, I had a personal phone call from him to thank me after I wrote a positive piece about a TV show he was appearing in. Unfortunately, I missed the call as I was out to lunch so only heard his somewhat effusive voicemail message when I returned. It sounded like he'd been out to lunch as well - of the liquid kind.
On yet another occasion, I was having dinner at the Ivy and he was at a neighbouring table, boisterously telling showbiz anecdotes to a large party.
I do hope my next encounter with him is not being knocked off my bike by him when I fail to give him enough room to pass.
When I was 16, I was returning from France on a hovercraft at the end of a cycle-touring holiday with a couple of friends. Biggins and his agent were sitting in the row behind us, arguing about some job he was supposed to be doing.
On another occasion, I had a personal phone call from him to thank me after I wrote a positive piece about a TV show he was appearing in. Unfortunately, I missed the call as I was out to lunch so only heard his somewhat effusive voicemail message when I returned. It sounded like he'd been out to lunch as well - of the liquid kind.
On yet another occasion, I was having dinner at the Ivy and he was at a neighbouring table, boisterously telling showbiz anecdotes to a large party.
I do hope my next encounter with him is not being knocked off my bike by him when I fail to give him enough room to pass.
