Weirdest or wildest thing you have done for a crush/infatuation/ to meet a celeb whatever

[CrocodileOenophile]

Keeping it quite open really as I need some funny stories in my unfunny state of mind. (Gotta precise, the actual thread is light hearted!).

When I was 12/13, I was madly in love with Paul McCartney. The fact we were divided by age and countries didn't really matter (lol).
We used to go with my parents to the beach and there was this stand with cheap paperback Mills&Boons and trashy biographies where I spotted a bio of the said Beatles. I spent a month gathering pocket money (I was sure it was an equivalent of £10) hoping it would still be there next time- times before the Internet! and next time we went I gave parents an excuse I was going to buy ice cream and nipped out to buy the book as I didnt want them to know I was getting it. In a rush I gave the lady £10, grabbed the book and run back to where we were.
Came back to the blanket, only to have the stand seller run after me to let me know the biography was only £1 not £10 and she handed me the change, so ofc parents found out and dad laughed at me the whole journey home that I thought such a cheap looking book would cost a tenner.

Clearly I learned nothing as I am now thinking how to book train tickets to cross the country for a mini gig of a virtually unknown band just because I quite like one of the members. (Like Paul McCartney, sadly unaware of my existence).

When I was a late teen I happened to hear the Aussie band Midnight Oil. Saw a video and was instantly and thoroughly smitten with the lead singer.
Over the next 30 years life got in the way, I met my DH, had a small family.
Last year I discovered the band had reformed (had done so a long time before but that'd been off my radar), and managed to see one of their final tour performances, cue resurrection of my crush. I subsequently discovered that he'd written and autobiography so sent off for it (from Australia) and carried around in my bag for months, reading a page or so at a time when I knew DH wasn't likely to be around. Took me ages to read because it had photos in. 🤣

I should point out that DH is aware of my predilection for bald, skinny, geriatric Australian men and teases me, hence the reading the book "secretly" to limit the damage to my sensibilities.

@ImBoilingJackie haha that made me laugh. It's amazing how things last sometimes!

Well mine doesn't know about my fascination with the band but also it's not like I am deranged and would try anything, it just seems like it's the nicest man and I would love to support the band and be able to see the rarity in flesh :)

I am ancient and I used to love the Bay City Rollers. Then my sister gave me a copy of Bye Bye Baby, My Tragic Love Affair with the Bay City Rollers by Caroline Sullivan. My hero worship ended as I finished the book, and when Les Mckeown died in 2021, part of me did too.

With the recent Sparks resurgence I have fallen totally, madly head over heels in love with Russell Mael (as I did in 1974 when I was 11, but more innocently that time).

Crocodile same here, Peter Garrett seems like a really nice and tall and hot guy.

Oh, I didn't mention that in the early days I went to Australia- primarily to visit a penpal, but with the vague hope that I'd meet my crush. 😚Except that the band were on tour at the time and so were elsewhere

I am totally contemplating hanging around the place the gig will be for science. Just in case I can spot the band. Binoculars and wig, here we come.

Did you do it, Crocodile?

I did! It was amazing. I did want to talk to the person in the band but chickened out in the end and only said bye 😂

Travelled 250 miles via bus and taxi (I don't drive) to see my favourite singer in Wroot, which is in the middle of fucking nowhere, or so it felt! Was worth it, though! 🙂

My friend loved the BCR and we had pen pals in their Scottish home town (we lived in Hertfordshire at the time). We went on an overnight coach trip to meet the penpals in the hope of seeing Les etc.and returned the night before an o level.

When I was about 11, I stole money from my dad and took the train on my own from Devon to London to see David Soul!
At the time, I thought the trouble I got into was worth it. Now when I think of the bands I COULD have taken 20 years off my parents' lives to see I could kick myself!

Did you meet Les, Eric, Woody, Derek and Alan?

More importantly did you pass your O level?

No, but we met one of their aunties. Yes I passed.

I had a teenage passion for the fictional aristocratic sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey, and I studied Latin for GCSE partly in the hope that one day I would meet a man like Peter who would propose to me in Latin, like Peter proposed to Harriet in Gaudy Night.

I did not marry such a man, and with the common sense of middle age, I'm quite glad of it.

@DaisyWaldron Me too! And I too am glad I ended up with someone nothing like him. Can you imagine....😮

When we studied Wuthering Heights at my girls school, I wanted to marry Edgar Linton, while everyone else was drooling over Heathcliff, who I thought - along with CE - an insufferable drama queen. Both of them well deserved each other.