Meeting Marlon Brando, an idol encounter gone wrong…very wrong
Before there was Tom Hardy, there was Marlon Brando–sensual, sexy, dark, brooding, passionate, the epitome of manliness… Brando had it all, and then some.
Growing up, Marlon Brando was my idol. He was my sex god. So, you would think that meeting him would have been a dream come true. So, can I just take a moment to tell you that I actually met Brando once… in the flesh. I sat with him, spoke to him, shook his hand…and, it was one of the most hideous, embarrassing, horrendous and humiliating moments of my life.
It was circa 2002 and I was working for Globe. Yep…the Globe, Globe… Not the respected and journalistically renown Boston Globe, but, the good, old fashioned, supermarket check-out rag Globe, the one that’s favored by many a card-carrying AARP member, Globe — where everybody is either cheating, on drugs, dying–or a combination of all three.
At the time, a year off the boat from my native Great Britain, I was waiting for my green card to come through, and I was limited to the kinds of employment I could secure on the journalist visa I had. A good friend of mine — who was working for The National Enquirer, told me…
