at my house
I was having a quiet sunday in, then suddenly Jesus in all his Holy Glory appeared in front of me. He said that he'd run out of petrol, and could be borrow a hose so he could nick it out of the ford escort parked opposite.
I gave him the hose, and went to watch him transfer the petrol from the escort into his car (a white astra). In the drivers seat was none other than Marilyn Monroe, singing happy birthday. I then realised that the ford escort was in fact my car, and chased off that bastard Jesus into the bushes. Where he was eaten by dogs.
Celebrity spotting action, not really stalking. Gotta catch 'em all! Originally a popular feature of my site popex.com, so mostly from the early noughties. 99% written by valued punters. Hopefully now with some bonus location content that was lost for a while.