I had an embarrassing fan girl moment this weekend. The words “I am a HUGE fan” actually came out of my mouth.
I was pulling up to get some petrol, and I saw Martin Le Maitre. There. In the forecourt. In the flesh!
Who, I hear you ask?
I’ll get to that.*
I rolled down my window and gushed. GUSHED.
“Hi. Oh my. I LOVED you in that programme. What was it called? That one.”
Cue totally bimbo flapping of hands moment.
“Hard Copy! That’s it. Hard Copy. I’m a HUGE fan.”
Bless him, he grinned. And came over an introduced himself. Shook my hand. I was all giggly. Not least because I was getting that weird sense of watching myself and thinking ‘you’re a git, git, shuddup shuddup‘.
He said, “I’m down here doing a play…Waiting for Go…”
“GODOT”, I shouted, digging in my handbag like some frantic lunatic.
His eyes widened.
Martin’s smile wavered. He stepped back. “Great. That’s good. Um. Well, lovely to meet you,” he said.**
I mentally hit my head repeatedly against a mental wall of splintery wood “doh!”
“Yeah, lovely to meet you…*ahem*….good luck, break a leg and all that”.
I drove out of the garage like I had the Imperial Deathstar on my tail.
Nothing like a dumb fan girl to make things awkward.
*Martin le Maitre is a local SA actor. Notably for me, he played Ivan Ferris in a local TV drama series called Hard Copy, which followed the trails and tribulations of the newsroom staff of a busy, but failing newspaper. Ivan was a curmudgeonly, hardnosed journo, with a drinking problem and a soft heart. I had a big crush. The show was ace. Well written. Funny in all the right, dark places. Clever. But short lived (as is most good TV in SA ).
Did I mention I’m a fan?
**I’m being ungenerous – he was actually really sweet. I’m sure I just imagined the look of panic in his eye!
***Stalking in the most gentle sense. He also has a lovely family and appears to be rather nice, for an h’actor!