we bumped into thom yorke in artist catering @ latitude festival last week. i finished my fodder as he went out for his, went outside for a fag, waited till he finished his dinner so had 2 more fags, he came over to scrape food into bin, i said his name 3 times, he turned around, i say 'can i get a picture with you thom', he replies 'no sorry' then turns around and walks off, i feel devastated and sulk for hours as my hero walks away to the artist bar.
then again, everyone knows he hates pictures ahd shit. and also im a total dickhead.
im gona find him at leeds festival and kiss him or something whilst he aint looking. maybe even a hand job.