Only in New Zealand. On my flight back from Wellington this afternoon I sat next to a short fat man. He looked familier. It was Danny Devito.
How odd.
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Only in New Zealand. On my flight back from Wellington this afternoon I sat next to a short fat man. He looked familier. It was Danny Devito.
How odd.
Yes, he is. Did he speak? Were you excessively cool, a la Williamson, despite the fact you desperately wanted to fawn all over him? What the hell was he doing on the South Island of New Zealand? So many questions, so little time….
Did we chat: Sure of course, nice guy, very funny and we got on well. I helped him with his bag.
Was I cool? Of course. Is that a genetic thing? Geeze. I read my paper and was very concious of NOT hassling the man. I kind of ignored him a bit. How is that for cool.
Why: To look at a boat he wants to use in a movie.