chrismoyles.net
- Fri Apr 13, 2007 9:12 am
#278663
This is the sequel to the ‘Can anyone help me get a signed photo of Chris Moyles’ thread.
So, what happened when intrepid traveller TheBody embarked on a quest to London to obtain the much coveted signed photo of Chris Moyles?
Also present on this mission was my old chum and partner in crime, Hazza, formerly of the handbag.com forums fame.
Our quest took us to the BBC building and from thence to Radio One itself. Now, as you will probably be aware, Moyles is on holiday this week, but when I discovered this on Monday, we reasoned that it only represented a tiny flaw in the plan. The bods at Radio One were bound to have a stash of memorabilia that we could beg if the conditions were right. So, when we arrived at the BBC, one of the receptionists gave me an internal phone with which I was allowed to call 'Publicity'. I explained that I was from a school in West Bromwich, and that we hosted celebrity forums, and how Moyles was a 'popular figure' around those parts, so could we possibly speak to someone about booking the chap for any such future events? The woman on the other end of the phone did not seem impressed. Her tone of voice screamed, 'Yeah honey, like that's going to happen,' but she gave me an email address anyway.
The aforementioned bored publicity assistant suggested I put any requests for signed photographs in an email. When I put the phone down, another receptionist suggested we go to the Radio One building, where they had postcards of the DJs, so off we went. Here, the very nice lady at the desk explained that everyone from the Moyles' team was on holiday, so there was no one she could ask. Instead, she offered us one of the DJ postcards on a rack by the door. So, instead of a signed photo, I walked away with a blank postcard with Moyles’ picture on the front. Better than a kick in the teeth, I suppose.
When we left the Radio One building, Hazza suddenly started muttering, 'Aled Jones, Aled Jones!'
At the time, the only Aled Jones I could think of was Moyles' producer, although I had never seen a photo of him. Still in 'Mission Moyles mode, I said, 'What, Moyles' producer?' I had messaged him on the forums but he had not replied, so - totalling up the facts in my head (I was only going to be in London once, I'd never see him again, and so far, our quest had met with little success), I somehow made the choice to shout, 'Excuse me!' loudly across the street at this guy. But he did not hear, so I scurried across the road, and started chasing him down the street. He appeared to be talking on a mobile phone, so not wishing to be rude (!) I waited until he had finished until I called out to him again. This moment arrived shortly afterward, at which point I repeated, 'Excuse me, sir!'
He turned around.
'Are you Aled Jones?' I asked, hopefully.
He looked genuinely pleased to be recognised, and answered 'Yes!'
'Do you work at Radio One?'
I don't think he expected this question. 'Er, no..' he said.
'Oh, okay then, never mind, sorry!' I replied, and scampered away.
It did occur to me, momentarily, that I might have seen him somewhere else, but it was not until I caught up with Hazza again that she explained that it was Aled Jones the operatic singer, the guy from ‘Songs of Praise’ who, as a boy, had recorded the famous Christmas anthem, 'We're Walking in the Air'.
Yes, I know!!!
So there you have it, folks, I chased a genuine celebrity down the street, thinking he was a Radio One producer. If that’s not worth a signed photo of Moyles, I don’t know what is!
So, what happened when intrepid traveller TheBody embarked on a quest to London to obtain the much coveted signed photo of Chris Moyles?
Also present on this mission was my old chum and partner in crime, Hazza, formerly of the handbag.com forums fame.
Our quest took us to the BBC building and from thence to Radio One itself. Now, as you will probably be aware, Moyles is on holiday this week, but when I discovered this on Monday, we reasoned that it only represented a tiny flaw in the plan. The bods at Radio One were bound to have a stash of memorabilia that we could beg if the conditions were right. So, when we arrived at the BBC, one of the receptionists gave me an internal phone with which I was allowed to call 'Publicity'. I explained that I was from a school in West Bromwich, and that we hosted celebrity forums, and how Moyles was a 'popular figure' around those parts, so could we possibly speak to someone about booking the chap for any such future events? The woman on the other end of the phone did not seem impressed. Her tone of voice screamed, 'Yeah honey, like that's going to happen,' but she gave me an email address anyway.
The aforementioned bored publicity assistant suggested I put any requests for signed photographs in an email. When I put the phone down, another receptionist suggested we go to the Radio One building, where they had postcards of the DJs, so off we went. Here, the very nice lady at the desk explained that everyone from the Moyles' team was on holiday, so there was no one she could ask. Instead, she offered us one of the DJ postcards on a rack by the door. So, instead of a signed photo, I walked away with a blank postcard with Moyles’ picture on the front. Better than a kick in the teeth, I suppose.
When we left the Radio One building, Hazza suddenly started muttering, 'Aled Jones, Aled Jones!'
At the time, the only Aled Jones I could think of was Moyles' producer, although I had never seen a photo of him. Still in 'Mission Moyles mode, I said, 'What, Moyles' producer?' I had messaged him on the forums but he had not replied, so - totalling up the facts in my head (I was only going to be in London once, I'd never see him again, and so far, our quest had met with little success), I somehow made the choice to shout, 'Excuse me!' loudly across the street at this guy. But he did not hear, so I scurried across the road, and started chasing him down the street. He appeared to be talking on a mobile phone, so not wishing to be rude (!) I waited until he had finished until I called out to him again. This moment arrived shortly afterward, at which point I repeated, 'Excuse me, sir!'
He turned around.
'Are you Aled Jones?' I asked, hopefully.
He looked genuinely pleased to be recognised, and answered 'Yes!'
'Do you work at Radio One?'
I don't think he expected this question. 'Er, no..' he said.
'Oh, okay then, never mind, sorry!' I replied, and scampered away.
It did occur to me, momentarily, that I might have seen him somewhere else, but it was not until I caught up with Hazza again that she explained that it was Aled Jones the operatic singer, the guy from ‘Songs of Praise’ who, as a boy, had recorded the famous Christmas anthem, 'We're Walking in the Air'.
Yes, I know!!!
So there you have it, folks, I chased a genuine celebrity down the street, thinking he was a Radio One producer. If that’s not worth a signed photo of Moyles, I don’t know what is!
