Red alert! The word is out and the telephone tree is in full gear. Jonathan Rhys Myers fans are exchanging excited phone calls, particularly those within a one mile radius of a recent sighting. Rumor has it that the actor was visiting a hot new club, and, of course, we all want to find out if it is true. Should we go individually and alone, so as not to be noticed, or en masse as a wild fan group? That would perhaps get his attention. Many times when celebrities are in the midst of mere mortals, they act like normal people and keep to themselves. We want better than this from our idol. We want him to speak to us! We want to take selfies with him! It would be a rare opportunity to be sure.

I have traveled to various filming locations over the years (just a few as my budget permits), hoping to catch a glimpse of him, preferably in action. The best I could do was spot him at a movie premiere in Hollywood on the “red carpet.” I was so excited that I celebrated in a nearest watering hole, the Pig ‘N Whistle, right there on the boulevard near the cinema. It is known to attract the “in” crowd. I wanted to catch my breath and look at the phone camera pix I had taken. Most were too far away or blurry, but it was a feat nonetheless to be within shooting range.

I stayed for a few drinks just to be in the same vicinity as John. Here’s the thing. The place was filled with smoke and I walked out with my clothes smelling like a stale cigarette butt. How was I going to get rid of the smell? I had to wear the clothes the next day, hoping to sneak in a TV studio down the block where a post-premiere interview was going to take place. They would never let me in like this. All the stores were closed, there was no dry cleaner in sight, and his next appearance in town was at 9:00am. He would be long gone in another hour. I wracked my brain. Fortunately, a liquor and sundries store was open on the other side of the street. I scoured the place, but the only helpful item was a scented candle. This would have to do, I said hopefully. I would lay out my clothes on the bed near the candle so it would absorb the lemon scent. It worked. If you are in a pinch about telltale cigarette odor, this is the fastest solution.

No, I didn’t get anywhere near the interview! But I still went home happy.