A few nights after the show was transmitted (on Channel 4,
which was a bit cultural back then) I was sitting at the reception desk in the
theatre where I worked, when I spotted a group of teenage girls regarding me with
some intensity through the glass doors. (I think I returned their stares with
my laid back, quizzical look - you know, one eyebrow raised - but I don’t quite remember.)
Eventually one of them came in and approached me.
‘Excuse me,’ she said, with just the slightest hint of what
I would like to think was wide-eyed wonder but probably wasn’t, ‘were you
on Fifteen-to-One on Tuesday?’
‘I was, yes,’ I replied brightly, expecting to be given an
invitation to a knicker-throwing party somewhere on the sleazy side of the local
gasworks.
‘Oh, right,’ she said, and then went back to her companions.
They giggled a bit and walked away.
Later that evening one of the actors came hurrying down the
stairs and said ‘Hey, I saw you on the telly on Tuesday.’
The aggregated time span of both incidents amounts to my
five minutes of celebrity, and I think that’s probably it for this life.
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