In the Daily Telegraph’s social pages, there’s a section where readers can report in their celebrity spotting, always in unglamorous places, doing even (shock, horror!) normal human being activities.
“Kyle Sandilands chowing down big, greasy bacon and egg roll in Double Bay”
“Nicole Kidman orders Greek Salad while Keith Urban grabs a whole chook at Charlie Chargrilled Chicken”
“Blake Garvey wearing tight speedos at Bondi beach”
Huh. That last one’s a porky pie. Just making most of the remaining ripples that be The Bachelor scandal (Dun, dun, dun DUNNNN!!!)
I always thought, what’s the point of celebrity stalking when there’s not even any photographic evidence?
Not that I want to see some jackass make more of a fool of himself than what he already has on national TV.
(Blake, what you did to Sam and the rest of Australia was unforgivable. How could you NOT marry her after three dates??!!!)
Making a quick dash into the local Coles before pick up, I suddenly found myself standing behind a young man, dressed in black, wandering through the meat section.
His tall, broad shoulders and overall burly stature was the first giveaway. Then, trying to take a peek at his face without being caught, I recognized the famous profile.
No, can’t be!
I looked down because when you’re not sure whether Thorpedo – Australia’s greatest Olympic hero – is standing right in front of you, his size 17 thongs (that just barely fit) his flipper feet will eliminate all doubt!
There he was, in all his 6 foot 4 inches Greek God glory, contemplating on whether to buy the $39 per kilo eye fillet steak or splurge some extra bucks and go for the $41 option.
Now we know what champions eat.
I was so starstruck and flustered, I forgot what I came into the supermarket to buy.
(Oh, right! Basa fillets, basa fillets!)
Yet, I didn’t move an inch from the meat section.
A little bummed that I didn’t get a selfie with the champion (of all the times I left the phone in the car!), later that night when I told Mr Surfer, he made a good point:
“Like that’s exactly what Thorpie needs. Someone sticking a phone camera in his face while he’s trying to buy groceries…”
And he’s right. Let’s leave the guy alone, the amazing sportsman that he is.
So, too bad, guys. No selfies with 5 times Olympic gold medalists.
But how about this piece of meat?
Who’s the most famous person you’ve spotted? Did you get to check out what they eat? Did you watch The Bachelor? Or did you find the aftermath scandal more fascinating?
Neither? I don’t blame you...
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