This is a funny story George Clooney told about how he found out he lives down the street from the train wreck known as Britney Spears.
If you’re really bored, you can listen to this story (and a few others) here…if you’re lazy like me, you can just read the transcript.
I just found out about 10 days ago that I must live 300 or 400 yards from Britney Spears. And I found out cause I came home at 10 at night and there’s all these helicopters over my house with these lights. I’d gone upstairs, and I came out and I’m in a robe. All of the sudden I see all this shit going on.
I have a guest house where my assistant sometimes is, and I think, someone has broken out of prison and like escaped, because it’s a chase scene. It’s something out of “Die Hard.” I get my baseball bat, which is what you always get in every film–I actually think Clive Owen said, “Get a baseball bat”–and I called up my assistant, who I thought was in the guest house, and I said, “Are you OK?”
And she’s like, “Yes.”
And I said, “Look, if there’s someone in the place, say the word ‘Stonehenge’.”
And she’s like, “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m in my apartment.”
I go, “You’re not in the guesthouse?”
“No.”
So I’m, like, “Well, then, what the fuck is going on?” And I go out and I’m running around with a baseball bat in my robe.
And it turns out it’s Britney Spears’ house is like, 300 yards from mine. So now I have to move.
