Week Twenty Three

Hello everyone. Me again. I’m currently shoulder deep in books researching a paper on religion, so I’m beginning to understand what Ricky feels like when he logs into Twitter at the start of each day. As you can tell from my rapidly depleting site, I haven’t really done anything in the last week, and I’m so lazy I can’t even be bothered to write a new post every week, let alone record a video. Ah well, you don’t care. I don’t care.

Good news is that Ricky has announced the pilot of Derek will be airing on Channel 4 in April, so I’ll be looking forward to that. Reviews seem to be positive, from the few I’ve read, although one was a little critical of Karl, basically saying he just plays himself with a wig. But why is that a bad thing? Anyway, that’s your lot for a while. Until next week…

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Week Sixteen


Golden Globes Review

I think I should probably cap off all these Golden Globes posts by adding this. Consider it a little footnote. I contribute occasionally to a blog called Containing Multitudes, which is written by the American Studies department at the University of East Anglia, and they put my little review of the Golden Globes up there so give it a little read and check out the other posts too. What were your thoughts on the Globes? And what were your thoughts on Ricky? If you still haven’t seen it I have been kind enough to include a video of all his bits, courtesy of someone else via YouTube.


Week Twelve


Tracking Down Ewen

Trafalgar Square and the National Portrait Gallery

Luckily I knew this trip to London would not be wasted because a couple of days ago I confirmed to meet up with Ewen MacIntosh (Keith), so I had a little wander round Trafalgar Square. I know technically I can’t go round a square but stop being pedantic and enjoy the blog.  When I google mapped the pub it came up with some information and some pretty big celebrities had been spotted there. I think because it’s kind of part of a theatre. I was really hoping an A-lister would be pottering about inside so I could ask them to take a picture of me and Ewen. That would have amused me, but they were all regular normal people. In the end I didn’t get a picture because we were in the middle of a busy pub and it just felt a bit awkward, but below is a photo of the signatures so you will just have to trust me.

This brings me to a total of three signatures in about two and a half months which keeps me on track. In total I have a year to get twelve, so you do the maths. Following this I thought, considering how much I have spent getting to London, it’d be silly to come to Trafalgar Square and not go into the National Portrait Gallery. Admission is free but they have little donation boxes all over the place. I wouldn’t mind putting some money in if they didn’t also advise a £5 donation. There’s no need for that, I’ll give what I can and you’ll be bloody grateful for it. I donated £1 for a map in the end. They had a great exhibition of comedian portraits, inlcuding one of Ricky Gervais. Very enjoyable. The rest of the day was pretty standard, besides getting almost blown over by the wind on my way back through Norwich. Great day for Tracking Down Ricky, and thanks for all your comments!

Mackenzie Crook (top left), Emma Manton (top right), and Ewen MacIntosh (bottom)


Tracking Down Mackenzie

Yesterday was a long day. I set off at 7.30am and headed for Norwich Railway Station. It takes about an hour to walk from my house and I needed to get the 9am train to London. I went straight for the quiet carriage, which was almost empty, and passed the time by reading The God Delusion. Anyway, you don’t care about this. I have been keeping it pretty quiet on here but the plan was to try and meet Mackenzie Crook aka Gareth. I discovered that he’s in Jerusalem at the Apollo Theatre until mid-January so I decided such dire time constraints called for me to stoop lower than I have ever stooped before… I became an autograph hunter.

The Apollo Theatre

Now let me tell you, all the pre-conceptions about autograph hunters are true. I know what you’re thinking, how can I get on my pedestal when this entire blog is just a glorified autograph hunt? Well, there is one crucial difference between myself and a typical autograph hunter – I have a purpose. One lady actually had one of those little autograph books and this annoyed me. I have never seen anyone use one of those before in my life outside Disney World. What’s the point? What do you do with it? All that does is prove how boring you are that you voluntarily waste your life hanging around theatres so for five seconds you can be in the presence of a celebrity. Why do people care so much about saying they have met a famous person? You will never hear me say that on this blog. I am tracking people down because I respect them professionally, I love The Office, and it’s a genuine pleasure to meet the people who made it so brilliant. Another thing that got me was one bloke who tried making conversation with everyone. Why? We all know what the deal is, just let them get on with it and get inside. Do they think they will ever be mates with these people? I can’t stand autograph hunters.

After about 15 minutes or so, Mackenzie arrived and I kept to my word. I asked him politely to sign the DVDs which he did, and I managed to grab a cheeky picture just to prove I actually did get his signature. He seemed like a nice guy, but part of me is mortified that he just thought I was another crazy autograph hunter. I’m sorry I have to rant. Another thing that annoyed me – the others would crowd any actor who approached the theatre and get their autograph, but because I was only interested in Mackenzie I looked like the rude one. That’s the sort of crowd I’m dealing with, when you end up looking impolite for NOT stalking someone.

Me and Mackenzie

Anyway I was thrilled to get Mackenzie’s signature on the DVD, regardless of the method. But that’s not all. I had a pre-arranged meeting with another star of The Office later that day which I made my way to after a celebratory coffee and croissant from Starbucks.


Week Seven