JT writes:
“I was once on a flight from LA to Toronto at the start of the Toronto Film Festival, spotting stars left and right. As I walked down the aisle to take my seat, I passed John Goodman.
“As it happened, I had left London at very short notice just as one of my best mates from Sydney had arrived, having spunked a fair chunk of his savings to visit for his 40th birthday. The weird thing is that this mate bears an uncanny resemblance to John Goodman and hates being told of it.
“After about an hour into the flight it dawned on me that I could make it up to my buddy, so crawled respectfully towards the big man with a pen and a sick bag on which to write. I apologised profusely to him for the intrusion and explained my dilemma, when he snatched the pen and sick bag from me, scribbled hastily and, without even a sideways glance, simply grunted and shoved both back into my hands.
“I sat back down and read what I had asked him to write, which was: ‘Dear Alan. I am so sick of people saying that I look like you! Happy birthday. Cheers.’ And then where he had signed it ‘George Wendt’.”
“It was Norm from Cheers.” |