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> I was a TV producer and booked Pierce Brosnan to appear on TV shows in London twice, when he was promoting Bond movies. The first time was a TV chat show - I had to go and do a pre-interview with him in a hotel room at Claridges (it was a junket, so a long queue of us, TV/print journalists and camera crews etc, each got a 10 minute audience with him).
I wasn't really interviewing him, it was more a courtesy chat to prepare him for the questions he would be asked by the TV host on the night, and to answer any queries he might have about the show. I'm not usually star struck, back then I used to meet big stars all the time with my work. But I've always had a crush on PB, so I must admit my heart was thumping a bit. And I was the last person to see him that day, so I worried he'd be tired and rush me out the door.
I remember being taken into the hotel suite by the flustered, middle aged PR woman for the film company. "Sit there, he won't be a minute", she said, then dashed out and left me alone.
There was a small round table and two chairs - I grabbed the chair facing the door, so I'd see him come in (I think I got out my compact and hastily touched up my lippy at that point, Lol!)
Looking at the empty chair opposite me that Pierce Brosnan's buttocks would soon be gracing, I started to get a bit nervous. My mouth got even drier when I realised the wall opposite me had a huge mirror on it, so I could watch myself sitting there getting more and more nervous waiting for him, and wishing I'd had the foresight to lose at least 20lbs before our assignation, LMAO!
I remember thinking "You're in a hotel suite at Claridges, waiting for Pierce Brosnan - how many women would give away their first born child to swap places with you right now?!" That job certainly had a few perks!
Still no sign of Pierce after 5 minutes - I was starting to feel pretty jumpy sitting there. I'd recently been to a screening of the latest Bond movie, so I half expected him to stroll in all suave in a tuxedo, with slicked back hair, a gun in one hand and a Martini shaker in the other. When he did finally walk through the door, he looked rather different than I'd expected. Not 007-smooth at all but very casual, like he'd just rolled out of bed.
His dark hair was mussed up, and he had on jeans, a navy blue turtle neck sweater and at least two days beard growth. He looked cute and low key, but his eyes were unbelievably striking. I remember it was a bright autumn day with sunlight flooding through the window, and I swear they sparkled the exact same shade of blue as the sky. That classic Irish colouring - dark hair and bright blue eyes - is stunning. I've got to tell you - in the flesh, Mr Brosnan did not disappoint!
But he wasn't just a pretty face, like some movie heart throbs I've met. He was lovely with it, smiled, reached out and shook my hand, thanked me for coming (yes really!) and asked me if I wanted a coffee as he was going to have one.

>> No.15270783

>I said yes please (be rude not to), and he stuck his head out the door to call the flustered PR lady with our drinks order (he also asked her to fetch him a packet of fags, which amazed me as I never had him down as a smoker).
PB immediately put me at ease, he's one of those people who is so likeable and unassuming on first meeting, you almost forget he's a world famous, multi-millionaire megastar who could buy the house you live in plus the rest of the neighbourhood with his small change.
Someone brought our tray of coffee, and as he sorted it all out I gave him my prepared speech about the chat show he'd agreed to headline on later that week. It was all standard stuff, I gave him an idea of the areas the host would ask him about (he expressly forbade me to tell Pierce his exact questions), and the timings on the night, and he listened quietly.
I assumed he was just being polite, because he'd done so many talk shows he must have known the routine backwards. But he was paying attention and seemed genuinely concerned to do a good job. He asked me a few questions about what to expect, including whether he'd get a chance to meet the host before the show. Turned out he was nervous and wanted to check in with him before the interview. That was unusual - most stars I've met are so blase about talk shows they just turn up at the TV studios, walk on set, do their 10 minutes or whatever, then get in the chauffeur car and away.
You'll recall I'd been worried Pierce might rush me, as I was the last cab off the rank that day, but not a bit of it. It was actually me who wrapped up our meeting - I know, I could hardly believe it either, as I heard myself say "Well it's been great Pierce thanks so much - I won't take up any more of your time, see you at the studios on Thursday!" I don't think he was used to young women, well let's face it, any women, giving him the bums rush. But what else could I do - I'd said what I had to say, he'd asked what he wanted to ask, we'd finished our coffee and there was nothing more to do except jump on that fabulous four poster bed and give free expression to our powerful, unspoken mutual lust...
Modesty... Oh alright, honesty, prevents me from continuing that story 'cos what really happened was I shook his hand and skipped down the plush, carpeted stairway of Claridges and out into the sunshine towards Oxford Street, to get the tube back to my office. And I felt like I was flying all the way - Pierce Brosnan is truly lovely!
He did a fantastic turn on the show later that week. The studio audience greeted him with enthusiasm, the then current 007 was looking suave and spy-like, clean shaven in a Savile Row suit, and the interview was a breeze. Backstage,

>> No.15270791

>Pierce was kind enough to stand there for 10 minutes and patiently autograph umpteen glossy photos for my nephews, nieces, siblings, parents and of course, for myself, though he refused my plea to write "With sweetest memories of 00-Heaven in our Claridges suite" (spoilsport).
A few years later I met PB again on a much bigger and more interesting TV show, but I'm saving that anecdote for my memoirs, Lol! Sorry I bored on folks, but you did ask!

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>>15270781

>> No.15271252

>>15270781
cuck

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i watched this video this morning before ever seeing this thread

GET OUT OF MY HEAD

>> No.15271831

>>15271557
check the comments. That´s where i found this gem. btfo´ing everyone

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>>15270781
My N

>> No.15271901

>>15271831
???
Why is this on /lit/? Some woman wrote a comment on a video being promoted by the YouTube algorithm to get some likes. Why should I care? Literally every YouTube video about a celebrity or a music video has some attention seeking comment like this.

>> No.15272259

tl;dr