I was sitting in a room with a bunch of good friends, including John Cleese. He mentioned that he'd recently had to buy a new shipment of glossy photos for autographing, and I mentioned that it would be stupid of me not to get his autograph myself. If I'm friends with one of the greatest comics ever, I would really kick myself if I never did.
To make things a little less awkward, I made it clear that I would wait and ask him at a public appearance, just like everyone else, and asked him where it would be.
"Well," he said, "I'm going to ______ Con* in Errol Flynn, Michigan. The role-playing is great, and it's all acted outby giant puppets."
Oddly enough, John Cleese looks and sounds exactly like Stephen Fry.
*Boy, don't I wish I could remember the name of that con!