In this post I will
1-Talk about how great my husband is
2-Make everyone jealous
So my very sweet, but crazy husband knows I get these stupid crushes on celebrities. They are very silly and I guess it's part of my brain that has not developed since adolescence. I've been this way for a long time, and well I don't see it changing.
I'm never some weirdo stalker. I've never written a fan letter. There was an incident of sending a painting, but we won't talk about that. The closest I've come to being really obsessed was I once belonged to a Robert Carlyle fan list.
Now-when my husband approves of the actor/musician he will very kindly buy something for me related to him. It has come in the form of press kits, posters, movies, cds.
I have a very nice press kit of The Flaming Lips and also one of "Twin Towns". A strange Welsh movie with Rhys Ifans. In doing this, he partly embarrasses me, and I realize the star crush has gone on too long, so I cease and desist.
Now the other evening he came home, he asked me, "If I could get anyone's autograph, who would you like?" Ok-for one thing, I'd be happy with Tom Jones(?!) considering my only other autograph I have is Kevin Sorbo. (Don't ask)
So he whipped out this autograph and made me guess who it was. I'm bad at guessing so he told me. Clive friggin Owen!!! Yep, my husband saw Clive Owen in a very small shop in the city. My hubby said once he heard the man's voice, he knew right away.
I'm still in awe. Clive Owen. The man was robbed from being James Bond!! Go rent "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" tonight and have some Clive dreams.
This is my husband's account of the scene.