it doesnt mean any more to the celebrity than if you just ignored them.

Though saying that there are 2 or 3 people that if i saw them, i'd probably literally never let go of them. Or put their talent in a basketball so I can win a game against earth. Or something like that.

for being a total fanboy. it's fucking awful but i just can't help myself. and i'm not even talking about particularly famous people. when my sister first introduced me to emlyn out of bilge pump he said "hi, i'm emlyn" and i replied "i know what you do!!", similarly when my band played with the wow and doog introduced himself to me i could only mutter, "i know who you are" while staring at my feet. i really really wish that this wouldn't happen but i really struggle with it.

this happened to me at ATP. one of my musical idols, simeon coxe from silver apples, sat down behind me to watch damo suzuki and it took me about half an hour to work up the courage to say hi.. by which time he decided to wander off. my friend went out for a smoke and met him by the door and shook his hand. and has not let me forget it.

also said hi to colin greenwood once in a shopping mall in massachusetts when i was 18 and i think i scared him a lot.

at a book signing. He seemed really bored.

celebrities expect a bit of a weirdo going over and disturbing them. I remember seeing my hero gianfranco zola in chessington world of adventures last year, i did the whole grabbing him and taking a photo etc etc etc... hunt him down

I met John Peel. he was just standing there like a little hairy midget man, leaning against some railings in the middle of Nottingham.

Um. Er. hello. You're John Peel. I must shake your hand. Erm. Blush. Er. Yeah. Bye.

I'm a twat. I even had a CD of my tunes with me but was so flustered I forgot to give it to him.

with ed obrien. He's massive and like me couldn't stand up properly(damm victoria line). I wish I'd spoke to him.

couldn't believe it.

being too polite to go over and talk to tim burton and buzz aldrin. although i did manage to get involved in a conversation with brian blessed and harry hill, which wasn't so bad.

Morrissey walked in and started browsing through some records next to me. I panicked and froze, he looked and me and nearly smiled. I left.

Not that he is really a celebrity but he is a legend and he was crap at pool yet I was so star struck I lost to him, though telling me that cloudead would never reform at the start of the game kinda put me off to

conor oberst milling about at the windmill once. i was too timid (& slightly unsure) to say hi. i wish i did.

him that the previous night I'd listened to the Farm's version of Don't You Want Me... I escaped without a beating.

when I spoke to Neil Gaiman (my favourite author) at a signing. Luckily I had the sense to keep it to 'Hello' and 'Thank you' and only the smallest amount of babbling

my mate's worked with him and apparently he's a grumpy sod.

i walked into the venue and there were about 3 people there, including aidan moffat standing in his duffle coat looking at the merchandise. I went over like a giggling school girl and ended up saying something like 'HI, I RAN HERE BECAUSE I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE REALLY LATE, BUT I'M NOT AM I? BECAUSE THERE'S NO ONE HERE! DO YOU THINK LOTS MORE PEOPLE WILL COME, OR NOT? HA. CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH? I REALLY LIKE YOU'

I'm such a knob :''(

I told him he had a lovely scarf and asked where he'd '...got it from, M&S?'. He did that mumbley talking thing and indicated the it was a present.

It was green and I liked it.

i had a dream once that i met calvin harris and was really starstruck, and went up to him and said "i know you probably get this a lot, but-" and he interrupted me and said "yeah, i know, you're a big fan". we were at the barfly, i was with guntrip and he was on acid.

Thom Yorke - In Oxford on a sunday I said "you're Thom Yorke aren't you" he said "yes, keep it down, I don't want to be bothered by lots of people" and then walked off. Fair enough...

Mira from ladytron on the victoria line, I said "wow, mira from ladytron!, you are awesome" and she was really delighted, she said nobody had ever randomly spoken to her before.

I went up to Todd Trainer at ATP and dragged him to the arcade to challenge my friend on the drum game. He happily obliged to follow me, but he did not drum because he thought he would be shit. He was lovely though bless his cotton little Shellac-y socks.

I served him in Fopp and he asked for the Australian film, The Castle. I said I could check on the system and he said sarcastically 'erm NO!' he did the beady eye thing and then went round with a smug expression on his face. He was pretty tall.

Apparently celebrities are always in Fopp. I was only there for christmas and missed Jared Leto, richard ayoade and David Schwimmer hiding under a baseball cap oh and served Gail Porter who asked who would buy the footballer's wives box set on the shelf. Oh and peaches geldof came in giving everyone dirty looks and making a show of herself.

i was managing the press pen for photographers and simon pegg was coming in when he literally ran into madonna and goes "errrr..... ummmmmm.... errrrr.. hello mado..." then before he can really say anything her bouncer face pushes him out the way

at the ATP that Sonic Youth curated in California in 2002. Me and my two friends I went with walked round a corner on the UCLA campus on the final morning stright into him on his mobile. He stopped talking and said, "Hey guys, hows it going?" to us.

I'd like to say that we were all cool with it and that we chatted about obscure bands for 15 minutes, but the sad truth is we stood there slack-jawed making Beavis & Butthead look eloquent. I think I managed "Urrr, urr, hi" barely before he said "Catch you guys later" and walked off, continuing his phone conversation.

We then all had simultaneous breakdowns about how Thurston Moore had spoken to us but we couldn't get one decent word out. A pinnacle of patheticness.

I was really drunk, and a friend of mine introduced me to him, I played it cool, said hello, shook his hand, and went to take a seat, only I missed the seat, elbowed the seat on the way down and folded up on my head. He laughed, unsurprisingly. There was nothing I could do at that point to regain my dignity, so I got even more plastered.

because I surreptitiously sneak looks at anyone I might vaguely recognise whatever level they are. I decided at some point that I'd only speak to musicians if they somehow know about my blog, which means I'm not big on conversation (case in point: at one point last night I was standing next to both of Blood Red Shoes watching their support and couldn't think to say anything)

(NB. this does not apply with Tom White, who I saw about once an hour at End Of The Road Festival last year but didn't say anything as he had a pop at me once on the Brakes message board (not directly, about something I'd written about ESP))

I was INCHES away from Eddie Argos once though and was so shocked (despite this being minutes before them getting on stage) that I just kept walking and didn't say anything. Oh well, I'll get another chance soon enough.

I keep stalking my favourite band and always end up feeling really stupid afterwards but I can't really help myself. And I travel for ages to see them so when I get the chance to say hello to them it just seems stupid to waste it. Although I should probably stop asking them to sign stuff for me and having pics taken with them as they must be getting well tired of that by now.

I was INCHES away from Eddie Argos once though and was so shocked (despite this being minutes before them getting on stage) that I just kept walking and didn't say anything. Oh well, I'll get another chance soon enough.

would you be quite pleased if strange guy called diabolo came up to you and exclaimed 'you're vic reeves'. Probably thrilled the first time and increasingly less thrilled every subsequent time someone did it.

being the idiot i am i tried talking to him. "your albums really good, ive been listening to it non stop for like 2 months" to which he said "its only been out 1..." and i kinda froze mummered and shamefully walked off. he knew id downloaded the leak. it doesnt feel good to stand infront of a great musician and inadvertantly admit you stole their music after having them kindly sign your ticket stub. i lose.

in London and totally froze up by the time i'd decided that i did actually want to talk to him, he'd wandered off. :(

in covent garden on sunday he was trying to turn round at that bit where they have closed the road

he was driving a peugot 306, i was kinda angry until i looked up and saw it was him and pissed myself with laughter