Both times I’ve met my hero I’ve been reduced to a shivering wreck, unable to take a good photo or make sensible conversation
The Queen is used to all the people she meets looking slightly stunned, and the same must go for David Attenborough, who this Sunday reaches his 90th birthday. There is no shame in being starstruck in this great man’s presence, and on the two occasions I have met him I have been reduced to a gibbering jelly.
The second was after he presented an excellent film on wildlife in the South Atlantic at London’s Science Museum, and he very charmingly agreed to be photographed with my 10-year-old son – with me taking it on my phone. I was wobbling and quivering so much the picture came out blurry, and my son has never quite forgiven me.
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