In my case it's engraved in my memory and not in a good way
A few years ago, just after Monstrous Regiment was published there was a fan meeting arranged by the now defunct figure manufacturers.
I had not been to an event like this before but I had been camping so I packed my gear up and off I went with a couple of friends. Well camp sits don't always have the best latrine facilities and on the first morning I went off to find the nearest loo. Well for the ladies cubicles are the rule, however for men there is the stand up option. Now when they designed this particular facility they were having a laugh. There was so little distance between the two urinals that not even a pair of anorexics could have used them without bumping shoulders. So when I arrived I let the guy in front finish before I took my turn. As I was disposing of the overnight effort of my liver and kidneys (a not insubstantial amount) I became aware of somebody behind me, wearing a hat and in possession of a beard. Yes, it was the man himself!
And there was I thinking ahead to having some witty banter with him later on and impressing him with my knowledge of his work and there I stood with my **** in my hand!
Oh the humiliation. I finished and departed commenting that I would never live down the fact that the first time I had met TP I would have had my **** in my hand. He laughed, but he was not amused.
So how did you meet TP and was it all you were expecting it to be?
A few years ago, just after Monstrous Regiment was published there was a fan meeting arranged by the now defunct figure manufacturers.
I had not been to an event like this before but I had been camping so I packed my gear up and off I went with a couple of friends. Well camp sits don't always have the best latrine facilities and on the first morning I went off to find the nearest loo. Well for the ladies cubicles are the rule, however for men there is the stand up option. Now when they designed this particular facility they were having a laugh. There was so little distance between the two urinals that not even a pair of anorexics could have used them without bumping shoulders. So when I arrived I let the guy in front finish before I took my turn. As I was disposing of the overnight effort of my liver and kidneys (a not insubstantial amount) I became aware of somebody behind me, wearing a hat and in possession of a beard. Yes, it was the man himself!
And there was I thinking ahead to having some witty banter with him later on and impressing him with my knowledge of his work and there I stood with my **** in my hand!
Oh the humiliation. I finished and departed commenting that I would never live down the fact that the first time I had met TP I would have had my **** in my hand. He laughed, but he was not amused.
So how did you meet TP and was it all you were expecting it to be?