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Flash no. Heroes

When Meeting Your Heroes…by CpSingleton © 2017

Robin Williams and I laughed so hard that I’m sure I suffered a prolapse.

It all started on set. 

I’d arrived at the tea table after him, on the fist day, and didn’t know what to say. It was Robin Williams! 

I loved the guy.

Years ago, I had worn my Live At The Met video away and had been admitted to the hospital on several occasions due to laughing my pelvis clean off. The man was a comedy genius.

I grabbed for a teabag as he scooped a teaspoon of sugar into his coffee, before then dropping the spoon back in the near empty bowl. As he began to pour hot water into his polystyrene cup I reached for the sugar and seeing that there was about a spoonful left I shrugged and tipped the bowl into my cup.

‘OH MY GOD,’ Robin hollered in his campest diva voice. ‘HE’S USED THE LAST BIT OF THE SUGAR AND IIIIII WANTED IT.’

I looked up, mortified. What had I done? Where was my hero? 

Robin Williams stood opposite grinning that famous wide grin of his. 

I dropped to my knees. 

‘I’m soooooo sorry, Mr Williams, sir/madam. Please don’t be beating on me again, sir. I can’t for the life of me take it no more.’ I whimpered in my best cockney accent.

I may as well have just put a tenner in the silly slot. Because for a solid five minutes we swapped surreal lines in stupid voices. To be fair, mine were stupid: his were brilliant. He went from John Wayne to Marlene Dietrich, Jack Nicholson to Ronald Reagan. Though he was generous enough to allow my nonsense head to explode with talk of android turtles moving Reagan’s limbs to marsupials with nutritional OCD.

Our tirade drew quite a crowd.

It culminated in Dietrich sauntering away to wander off up the stairs.

‘She’s only gonna collect fistfuls of stairdust,’ I jibed, in the worst Cagney accent ever performed. ‘And throw it in our faces. The dumb broad.’ 

I’m sure Robin’s raucous laughter was more for the bad accent than it was for the line, but I got a laugh from Mr Robin Williams and it made me belly laugh in return.

In fact, I was laughing so hard that  it woke me from the dream and in turn the lady by my side. 

She mumbled something in broken English, through her mat of bed hair and drifted off back to sleep.

I would tell you her name, but I can’t remember myself. 

My memory’s shocking, see? That’s why I’m quickly writing this down before I forget it.

I know it was only a dream, but he sure as hell as made my morning a smiley one.

If only I’d met the legend in person. 



About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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