On Heat

A: Did I ever tell you that I used to be a celebrity stalker? It started off innocently enough, collecting autographs and the like. But then I became a bit obsessed, and started to hang around celeb hang outs to try and catch a glimpse of someone famous. Then it got even worse, and whenever I spotted someone from a band or whatever, I'd follow them down the street. One day I was walking behind Mick Jagger, and I don't know what came over me, but I was lost in the moment, and just suddenly smacked him on the arse.

B: That's terrible!

A: Yes, I'd hit rock bottom.