It’s better to admire your star from afar

WHAT KATI DID NEXT: I don’t know about you, but I don’t get star-struck very easily.

Being an actor means meeting a lot of very famous people and most of the time they are incredibly normal and very un-diva like.

At the end of the day, we are all human — actors go to the loo, just like the rest of us.

This weekend, I attended a celebrity wedding in Bristol. It was a wonderful day, full of love and happiness.

But I will remember it mainly for the fact that I was dumbstruck by a star-struck Lord/Sir/Dame — he should be something by now — Stephen Fry.

Now as I say, star-struck doesn’t happen to me, I can talk to anyone, anytime, any place. Apart from Stephen Fry, apparently. He milled around the room, talking to all and sundry, laughing at people’s jokes and making everyone feel exceptionally comfortable. He is a gentleman after all, but every time he walked towards me, I cowered in a corner until he passed.

Similarly a friend of mine is a big Shirley Bassey fan. He has been to nearly every one of her UK concerts and has made it to most of the worldwide ones too — he’s a trolley-dolly so he gets cheap flights.

There have been ample opportunities for him to meet the Diva herself, but he has shunned each and every one in favour of loving his star from afar.

The reason: to keep the legend alive. He doesn’t want to know the mundane details of her life; he wants her image preserved forever in his head.

I think that’s what’s happening with me and Sir Stephen of Fry.

It is quite common knowledge that he’s not that into children and I had one small child strapped to my chest and another forcing me to dance to “Agadoo”, which may have put him off a bit.

Already, that dims my beautiful idea of him — how can he not love my children?

So I’m glad I never spoke to him. He will stay forever in my mind as the brilliant, admirable, famous man who does not go to the loo. Poor chap.