Quirkies: Jackie Stallone
I had been give twenty minutes notice that I would have a call from Rocky’s mom. Not knowing anything about Jackie Stallone - the mother of musclebound actor Sly - I hurriedly prepared a series of questions about him and passed them over to my news-editor.
Having been a scribe for just two weeks I was hoping for some encouragement or much needed advice. Instead he sat there, shaking his head. After what felt like an eternity he looked up and said just one word “Rumpology” ... then my phone started ringing.
Bemused I sat back at my desk and picked up the phone, it was a PR woman who introduced herself and said Jackie was in a rush, she would only have a couple of minutes " ... and don’t mention Sly.”
I didn’t know where to begin - none of my prepared questions could be used - luckily they didn’t have to be.
As Jackie burst onto the phone and I almost fell off my seat.
“I want you to send me a fax of your heinie sweetie, straight away” sorry, what? “Your rump, your butt what do you Brits call it, your arse.”
Jackie had recently set up a website where she encouraged member of the public to send her photocopies of their rears. She claimed “Rumpology” was an art similar to that of palm reading - but I didn’t know that yet - to me she was just the mother of a Hollywood A-lister asking to see a picture of my behind.
I was two weeks into my job, trying to hide the fact I didn’t really know what I was doing. But even I had doubts about walking through the crowded newsroom, dropping my trousers, hopping onto the photocopier and then asking one of the office admins to fax it to America ASAP.
“Jackie, is it okay if I call you that?” I said. It seemed a little late for formalities given what she had just asked me to do “Our fax isn’t working and I know you are busy, could you run me through exactly what Rumpology is and how you do it.”
Once she started talking there was no stopping her, Jackie claimed she was bringing back a traditional art form which had previously been practiced by the Babylonians and ancient Indians - though I doubt they had access to fax machines.
Jackie told me the lines and crevices on your left and right buttock cheeks represent your past and future respectively. For just 125 US dollars she was willing to look at anybodies.
After 10 minutes the PR came back on the line, she said she was sorry to interrupt us but Jackie had other events planned that day.
The only person she was actually interrupting was Jackie, I had still only asked my initial question I’d spent the last nine and a half minutes frantically trying to write down everything Jackie had said. And all I could think about was what it must be like every time Jackie's fax machine springs into action, adverts for water-coolers don’t seem so bad.
That was seven years ago and was my first experience of a genuinely quirky person. I won't call Jackie odd, weird or strange - and not just because of who her son is - but because I am fascinated by people who are a bit (if not a lot) different.
Here at news:lite I will bring you my brushes with Quirkies, some from recent news articles, others raided from my notebooks.
As Jackie burst onto the phone and I almost fell off my seat.
“I want you to send me a fax of your heinie sweetie, straight away” sorry, what? “Your rump, your butt what do you Brits call it, your arse.”
Jackie had recently set up a website where she encouraged member of the public to send her photocopies of their rears. She claimed “Rumpology” was an art similar to that of palm reading - but I didn’t know that yet - to me she was just the mother of a Hollywood A-lister asking to see a picture of my behind.
I was two weeks into my job, trying to hide the fact I didn’t really know what I was doing. But even I had doubts about walking through the crowded newsroom, dropping my trousers, hopping onto the photocopier and then asking one of the office admins to fax it to America ASAP.
“Jackie, is it okay if I call you that?” I said. It seemed a little late for formalities given what she had just asked me to do “Our fax isn’t working and I know you are busy, could you run me through exactly what Rumpology is and how you do it.”
Once she started talking there was no stopping her, Jackie claimed she was bringing back a traditional art form which had previously been practiced by the Babylonians and ancient Indians - though I doubt they had access to fax machines.
Jackie told me the lines and crevices on your left and right buttock cheeks represent your past and future respectively. For just 125 US dollars she was willing to look at anybodies.
After 10 minutes the PR came back on the line, she said she was sorry to interrupt us but Jackie had other events planned that day.
The only person she was actually interrupting was Jackie, I had still only asked my initial question I’d spent the last nine and a half minutes frantically trying to write down everything Jackie had said. And all I could think about was what it must be like every time Jackie's fax machine springs into action, adverts for water-coolers don’t seem so bad.
That was seven years ago and was my first experience of a genuinely quirky person. I won't call Jackie odd, weird or strange - and not just because of who her son is - but because I am fascinated by people who are a bit (if not a lot) different.
Here at news:lite I will bring you my brushes with Quirkies, some from recent news articles, others raided from my notebooks.
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I saw her on bigbrother and she is WEIRD