I can offer American actor and activist Martin Sheen in the parking lot of our local shopping mall in Sacramento, California! Iām sure tourists go there sometimes and in fact Martin Sheen was a tourist, visiting his son who was filming a movie there. š
I was visiting Port Isaac in Cornwall and the Fishermanās Friends happened to be playing (at the height of their fame) but this was totally eclipsed by spotting Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen wearing an archetypal flamboyant shirt. Still a highlight from the holiday!
People have told me how amazing hot air balloons are, but I imagine it's the same as going up in a slow, windy, cold, wicker lift. Better than taking the stairs, I suppose.
I have similar feelings about skiing.
I realise how miserable this makes me sound, I'm not, honest š
Also I saw the lead singer of Chumbawumba in the barbers yesterday while waiting for my son to get his hair cut. Though not sure I can legitimately call this a tourist hotspot š¤£
I got to see bioluminescent sea water for free as a kid (okay that sounds like a brag) My Aunt and Uncle had a beach house they lived in, in the summer. I spent a lot of time there with my cousins. Once summer there was bioluminescent plankton, we stayed up late waiting for the high tide and then went wading.
Famous person offering, I saw Paul McCartney outside my house one NYE, even got hugs, kisses and wished a happy new year from him.
A few years ago my cousin and her fiance asked me to accompany them on a trip to visit Ireland, our ancestral home.
During the trip we visited Blarney Castle and they were insistent on kissing the Blarney Stone to honour our family roots and gain 'the luck of the Irish'. I, on the other hand, had no urge to lie on my back overhanging a big drop kissing a piece of rock, so to the bemusement of all around me I refused to take part.
And in what seemed like a deliberate demonstration from my ancestors that Irish luck is not always good luck, my cousin's fiance slipped on a damp, mossy step on the way back down and fell onto his coccyx. And no, I didn't kiss that better either...
Su Pollard and a group of friends was dining in the same Cantonese restaurant as me last Friday night in Wolverhampton. Not a tourist hotspot exactly but it is just behind the theatre š¤
And on our honeymoon years ago in Mauritius we were offered the chance to go on a glass bottom boat trip to see the delights of the local aquatic life in the beautiful waters of the Indian Ocean. But it would have meant getting up off our sun beds and walking about 100 metres to the jetty. 2 weeks of eating and drinking too much, and generally being pampered beyond our wildest dreams, it just seemed like 99 metres too far to walk š¤¦āāļø
I used to live in Edinburgh so during August you could see anyone. But the only name coming to mind was Simon Amstell sitting in an open window seat of a fancy Thai restaurant near Bristo Square.
There must have been others... I'll get thinking.
The top floor flat in my dad's close is owned by the Playhouse theatre so it has lots of musical stars coming and going. They are always lovely. Without exception.
I can offer American actor and activist Martin Sheen in the parking lot of our local shopping mall in Sacramento, California! Iām sure tourists go there sometimes and in fact Martin Sheen was a tourist, visiting his son who was filming a movie there. š
Iām very happy with that offering.
I was visiting Port Isaac in Cornwall and the Fishermanās Friends happened to be playing (at the height of their fame) but this was totally eclipsed by spotting Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen wearing an archetypal flamboyant shirt. Still a highlight from the holiday!
Amazing! I'm not sure there's a musical act that LLB couldn't eclipse.
I think this is fact!!!!
People have told me how amazing hot air balloons are, but I imagine it's the same as going up in a slow, windy, cold, wicker lift. Better than taking the stairs, I suppose.
I have similar feelings about skiing.
I realise how miserable this makes me sound, I'm not, honest š
A wicker lift! Haha! Yes.
Also I saw the lead singer of Chumbawumba in the barbers yesterday while waiting for my son to get his hair cut. Though not sure I can legitimately call this a tourist hotspot š¤£
That is very much good enough for me!
I got to see bioluminescent sea water for free as a kid (okay that sounds like a brag) My Aunt and Uncle had a beach house they lived in, in the summer. I spent a lot of time there with my cousins. Once summer there was bioluminescent plankton, we stayed up late waiting for the high tide and then went wading.
Famous person offering, I saw Paul McCartney outside my house one NYE, even got hugs, kisses and wished a happy new year from him.
Outside your house?!? On NYE?! Wow!
A few years ago my cousin and her fiance asked me to accompany them on a trip to visit Ireland, our ancestral home.
During the trip we visited Blarney Castle and they were insistent on kissing the Blarney Stone to honour our family roots and gain 'the luck of the Irish'. I, on the other hand, had no urge to lie on my back overhanging a big drop kissing a piece of rock, so to the bemusement of all around me I refused to take part.
And in what seemed like a deliberate demonstration from my ancestors that Irish luck is not always good luck, my cousin's fiance slipped on a damp, mossy step on the way back down and fell onto his coccyx. And no, I didn't kiss that better either...
Brilliant. Proof (sort of) that it's often better not to bother.
Su Pollard and a group of friends was dining in the same Cantonese restaurant as me last Friday night in Wolverhampton. Not a tourist hotspot exactly but it is just behind the theatre š¤
And on our honeymoon years ago in Mauritius we were offered the chance to go on a glass bottom boat trip to see the delights of the local aquatic life in the beautiful waters of the Indian Ocean. But it would have meant getting up off our sun beds and walking about 100 metres to the jetty. 2 weeks of eating and drinking too much, and generally being pampered beyond our wildest dreams, it just seemed like 99 metres too far to walk š¤¦āāļø
Hahaha! I can totally relate to this. And Iām thrilled you spotted Su Pollard.
I used to live in Edinburgh so during August you could see anyone. But the only name coming to mind was Simon Amstell sitting in an open window seat of a fancy Thai restaurant near Bristo Square.
There must have been others... I'll get thinking.
The top floor flat in my dad's close is owned by the Playhouse theatre so it has lots of musical stars coming and going. They are always lovely. Without exception.
Good spot!
Iāve been absolutely terrified of hot air balloons since I read Enduring Love - truly the stuff of nightmares ā ļø
Oh yes, I love that book! That must've been lingering at the back of my mind.