I really enjoyed this! Also, it reminds me of the time I met Malala Yousafzai at a university open day. I was 15 or 16. She was surrounded by burly men in tweed suits. By the time I reached her and opened my mouth to say (...?) something, I had registered from the expression on her face that she literally couldn't want anything less than for some random girl to be drawing attention to her. I garbled some words about thinking she was very cool and then cried a little bit behind a nearby bush. Perhaps from the shame of having revealed myself to her?
Thank you so much for sharing, I am so enamoured by this tale.... I can understand your nervousness, I would be much more worried about how to behave in front of Malala than, for example, Chalamet, because Chalamet (crucially) has never survived a bullet to the head from the Taliban.... My favourite starstruck tale happened to a friend of a friend of my friend Millie, who met james acaster and approached him only to completely blank, so that he was standing in front of him mouth agape. eventually acaster asked 'do you..... want to take a photo?'
Moving and lovely. I like that it’s secretly a Larry Fink piece, to whom you introduced me. I read it on the bus and when I got off it felt like the tree that drops its blue flowers on the pavement was famous to me - I see it most days and I have never told it anything about myself at all!! I’m still sorry I saw Bob
I really enjoyed this! Also, it reminds me of the time I met Malala Yousafzai at a university open day. I was 15 or 16. She was surrounded by burly men in tweed suits. By the time I reached her and opened my mouth to say (...?) something, I had registered from the expression on her face that she literally couldn't want anything less than for some random girl to be drawing attention to her. I garbled some words about thinking she was very cool and then cried a little bit behind a nearby bush. Perhaps from the shame of having revealed myself to her?
Thank you so much for sharing, I am so enamoured by this tale.... I can understand your nervousness, I would be much more worried about how to behave in front of Malala than, for example, Chalamet, because Chalamet (crucially) has never survived a bullet to the head from the Taliban.... My favourite starstruck tale happened to a friend of a friend of my friend Millie, who met james acaster and approached him only to completely blank, so that he was standing in front of him mouth agape. eventually acaster asked 'do you..... want to take a photo?'
Moving and lovely. I like that it’s secretly a Larry Fink piece, to whom you introduced me. I read it on the bus and when I got off it felt like the tree that drops its blue flowers on the pavement was famous to me - I see it most days and I have never told it anything about myself at all!! I’m still sorry I saw Bob
yes the larry fink pictures r my favourite part of the whole thing and i didnt even take them!!! sad....... famous tree is good :))