My First encounters.

First of all I'd like to point out that I'm one of the shy ones and secondly, before I ever met Jamie/Myhr I had already written a poem about Myhr, so when it came time to contemplate an actual meeting I have to admit to a large dose of apprehension. Would Myhr in particular want to make fun loving retribution for that poem?

I knew from Marina that Jamie had liked my poem, and I believed her, but with visions of possible Myhr antics the apprehension continued to bubble softly.

My first actual meeting then with Jamie, after all that excitement/apprehension was anticlimactic and oh so normal. It was late at night and Jamie had been going from group to group steadily greeting old friends. When he finally sneaked up to our group (I say sneaked because I'd been keeping a wary eye on him earlier in the evening, but hadn't seen him coming) I was listening to a very animated companion and when Marina caught my attention to introduce us I had to call a halt to the conversation in mid flow. Marina introduced me to Jamie and Jamie intorduced himself to me and I remember dumbly saying I knew as I smiled and shook hands across a coffee table. Duh, was my brain frozen, and then aware of my eagerly awaiting companion I turned back to the suspended conversation as someone else spoke to Jamie.

Later I realised how rude I must have seemed and my only excuse was the long tiring trip and the lateness of the hour, neither of which I'm used to. As you can see Jamie took it in his stride. The following morning with my brain a little more in gear I deliberately went over to Jamie behind his stall to give him a copy of my poem and he was so polite and kind, considering the rather abrupt way I'd treated him the night before. He thanked me for my poem and even put it out for others to read for a while and I had a quick glance at his work before we were all called to order for the opening speach.

So - nothing to fear from Jamie, and that just left Myhr. Myhr showed up the following morning. Oh oh, the wild one, I though. Jamie had been fine but would Myhr the renowned fun loving soul be the same? He was.

He appeared out of the lifts not far from where I was standing waiting, as all the others were, for a trip out, but even though I was in his line of sight he never singled me out for that imagined retribution. Within a minute of his appearance though a friend had asked him to stand with me for my first ever picture and at last I received my first purr in the ear, I was intitiated, and Jamie/Myhr had been a purrfect gentleman throughout. So - if you ever hear stories of Myhr's antics beforehand and especially if you write something before you meet him, please do believe those who know him, he doesn't bite. Myhr is fun loving but not OTT and Jamie is interesting to listen to when he talks about his art and his work. Someday I may get the chance to meet them again and know them better. I wouldn't mind.