In person

A friend of mine - well, okay, a friend of a friend - ran into Alicia Silverstone in the street in New York once. Really. He did. And he doesn't even like her.

Annoying thing. If you live in the USA, in one of the big cities, you seem to run into stars all the time. If you don't try to meet them, that is. You either run into them or you run after them. I never heard of anyone who accidentally met his beloved worshipped one in the K-mart.

So how do you meet the one you like? Supposing that's your life-long dream? Two freaks, whose names I can't remember and don't want to either, had written a book about it. About how to meet famous people, that is. Where to go, what to say, all this stuff. They met hundreds of celebrities themselves. They were interviewed in a couple of places when their book came out, and they got some money, I guess. Actually they got quite famous. Anyone want to meet them?

If you do, send them a letter.

Celebrities don't read letters. They get too many of them. You're lucky if you get a signed picture. But hey, that means alot for some people.

and of course, you could just go to the Oscars ceremony, catch a good spot, and when they all come out of their limos start screaming and faint spontaneously.