Sleeping With Julia Roberts

January 30, 2008 at 9:19 pm 6 comments

Sleeping with Julia Roberts

 

Occasionally I have got up close and personal with real celebrities. As well as my heated sexual encounter with Sarah Lancashire on a Virgin Pendolino train ;), I have slept with Julia Roberts. Well, actually I have slept next to Julia Roberts. Well, next door to her to be precise. I was staying at the Sheraton Hotel at Paris Airport on a tedious work thing which lasted three or four days. Julia was making a film in the hotel. She was co-starring with Antonio Banderas. I am not sure that it ever made it to cinemas or even to DVD because I have not been able to find any reference to it in either of their filmographies or on the shelves at Blockbuster.

Nevertheless, I slept in the room next to Julia. She was/is beautiful and surprisingly petite. I got within six feet of her at one point (!) when they were filming on the landing outside of my room. Julia smiled at me. Only me. She was waiting to be filmed while we were watching one of the other female stars being thrown over the balcony. She survived. It was part of the film. There was a net. 

There was quite some disruption in the hotel during the filming. It was really quite exciting. For example, most of the time the guest lift was not working. Consequently, we had to use the service lift and walk through the kitchens and other “secret” areas of the hotel to get to reception. Walking through the kitchen made me feel a little bit like a US president en route to being assassinated – well, in the movies it always seems to happen that way doesn’t it ? They go through the kitchen and they get shot by the mafia guy (or CIA agent if you prefer conspiracy theories) along with some small Mexican waiter that is living the American dream. If you don’t believe me just watch the film “Bobby”. 

Lifts (elevators for our American cousins) seemed to figure heavily in the film as well. For about an hour I watched them try to film some “famous” French actor that I have never heard of and never seen in any film, enter the hotel The idea seems to have been that he would walk into the hotel, walk to the lifts, enter the lifts, and presumably go upstairs and throw a woman off the balcony. Simple. Except that, in the world of Hollywood, it seems actors are not allowed to press the button to call a lift or to wait for it to arrive. For a whole hour they were trying to time it so that someone would push the lift call button off camera, so that the actor would arrive in front of the lift just as the doors would slide open. They hadn’t managed it after an hour. I got bored and went and did some work. In any case Julia was not there to distract me. My little American Tinkerbell. 

Julia sent a bottle of champagne to my room to apologise for the noise and disruption. I thought that that was very nice of her. I waited in my room hoping that she would knock my door and share a glass or two with me. Unfortunately she didn’t. I didn’t hear her in her room that night. And, believe me, I listened. I listened hard. And, it came as a huge disappointment when I found out the following morning that Julia (or at least her staff) had sent a bottle of champagne to everyone on the landing. And, I thought that I had been special. Sigh.

This is the closest that I have come so far to a real “A-list” celebrity. To a real star. There have been many minor celebrities along the way (see earlier posting). And, on one occasion I got a little closer than was comfortable to a stoned, ageing rocker. Julian Cope checked me out in the urinals of the village hall in Portree on the Isle of Skye.  C and I went to Skye on our first ever holiday together. We actually got engaged while we were there. But, imagine our surprise when we discovered that Julian Cope was performing at the local village hall. He was doing a tour of the Inner Hebrides. Clearly the residents of Skye had never heard of him. Well, it was 1992 and the Teardrop Explodes was more of an ‘80s thing. We were joined in the village hall by maybe six or seven other people. Julian was stoned. I am not sure that he had a clue where he was. He was off his head. But he belted them out and the world shut its mouth. I went to the loo at a half-time break. Julian followed. He chose the urinal next to me. I am sure he checked me out. Now, if only Julia Roberts had got so close……

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  • 1. confessionsofaclosetcase  |  September 17, 2008 at 12:03 am

    hahaha. that’s exciting. i wish i could be sleeping next to julia roberts too.

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  • 2. Ryan  |  October 29, 2008 at 6:25 pm

    That’s so great!

    I wonder what movie this was for…. :/

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  • 3. TSAAM  |  January 13, 2009 at 2:48 pm

    *Nods*… I’ve been a fan of Julia Roberts since… *toke* *toke*… I can remember……

    Scarekrowe of TSAAM

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  • 4. evandril  |  January 22, 2009 at 4:36 pm

    Very nice story, sir.

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  • 5. Tasha Manda  |  July 14, 2009 at 10:43 pm

    Hey, by reading the story you seem to be a lucky guy and a happy one too :) I hope you will meet a lot more stars so you can write about …. do you alrready know what it was for?

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    • 6. Middle Man  |  July 15, 2009 at 1:31 pm

      Tasha,

      Thansk for popping in and leaving a comment. I have checked her filmogrophy and couldn’t find it. I can only assume it didn’t make it to final production.

      Check out Duplicity – she’s great in that and it it is a good movie.

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