I saw Othello in London with Ewan McGregor, and was really looking forward to stage dooring (something I usually never do) but I had looked up to Ewan for a long time as an actor and meeting him was an opportunity I couldn't let pass me by.
Anyways, we're standing outside of the theater waiting for him to come out, when a group of people wearing red, plastic, cowboy hats and purple scarves (bachelorette party, I think?) join the twenty or so people who were waiting to meet Ewan after the show.
A few minutes after they got there, he starts coming down the stairs into the theater lobby where the fans were waiting, when this stupid, drunken, group of people who didn't even see the show, rush in and practically mob him. I was appalled. He never even made it outside. I think I saw him sign a few programs then run away back into the theater. I couldn't believe that a group of people, even if they were drunk, would think it was okay to swarm a person like that, no matter how "hot" they think he is.
On a slightly less resentful note, I don't recall seeing any security for Ewan at the Donmar, which I thought was rather odd for a person of such "star status." I'm sure what happened the night I went was not a freak accident.
Does the sun really rise in the east?
Does the earth really spin around the sun?
What's it matter in the least?
What's real to me ain't real to everyone.