Things it's surprisingly hard not to do when you see Terry Waite

[webofevil]

(1) When he's advancing down the corridor, blurting out "Bloody hell, it's Terry Waite!".

(2) As you pass him in the doorway, telling the old Gerry Sadowitz joke ("Terry Waite. I don't know, lend the c*nt a fiver and you never see him again").

Well-disposed readers will be relieved to know I did neither.

Comments

[dermfitz.livejournal.com]

I very nearly did 1) (as in your number one, not a number one) when I worked in the classical dept of Virgin Megastore in Argyle St, Glasgow. I emerge from under the counter to be met by the hulking orsine frame of Mr Terry Waite himself, who was very polite and bought something on the Naxos label. Yes.

[strictlytrue.livejournal.com]

Was his coat stuffed with guns to swap for hostages?

[webofevil.livejournal.com]

That might explain why he's so massive. I'll ask next time.