ce·leb·ri·ty/səˈlebrətē/
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By definition, a celebrity is exactly the same as us, only famous. So why do we idolize them? Fantasize about them? Is it because of the air of prestige they carry? Is it because we don't know what they're really like as people? Is it because they've achieved something we haven't? We dunno. But who cares anyway! Here's instalment one of some of our favourite celeb encounters.
*as contributed by the entire PGL staff*
*instalment one brought to you by PGL member Cherie Cherrybomb*
Henry Rollins.
PGL staff member Cherie was working at her day job as a record store saleswoman extraordinaire, (by night, she was a superhuman villain with razor- sharp talons for fingernails) when she noticed an incredibly buff man with steel grey hair browsing through the avant garde CD section. 'Those pectoral muscles!' she thought 'Those tattoos..... They're so familiar.....' He turned around. As though in some kind of wonderful dream, she realised that this finely chiselled specimen of middle-aged man was in fact Henry Rollins. Determined to get an autograph and express her adoration for Black Flag era Damaged, she grabbed a copy of Get On The Bus by Monsieur Rollins. He came closer. This was it. After innumerable hours of plugging her head with DC hardcore, she was soon to reap her reward. She began to approach him. Her clammy, shaking hands held the book tightly. One step. Two. Three. Skin flushed. Heart pounding. So close, she raised her head..... then turned and ran down the stairs. Oh well. He was probably a dickhead anyway.
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