Corey is a friend of mine. Norwegian. Actor/singer/performer/you-name-it
I first saw him on a show for grannies called "Beat for Beat". It's a singing contest
(sort of) between two teams. Half of those who are on there can't *really* sing, but we're running out of capable celebrities... So, I watched this a Sunday evening and there he was. First I thought "Wow, we have a good-looking actor in Norway! Amazing..." Then he started singing and my jaw dropped to the floor. I hadn't had that kind of reaction since I heard Wham! for the first time...
After that I went to see one of his plays. From the back row at the National Theatre. I remember thinking, " Was that him...!?" Put it this way: I didn't see much. Though I heard him well... it was a semi-musical thing. I can't really say what it was about though
A year went by and I didn't give him much thought. Then, one sunny day in August 2001 I picked him up at a bookstore. I was as low as I could get, so I figured that if he told me to piss off it wouldn't make anything any worse anyway. He didn't tell me to piss off - instead he gave me his number .
No, it was nothing like that. I asked for an interview, and he said yes. As simple
as that, really.
So we did our interview and I figured I was out of his life, but for some reason I'm still in it, almost two years later.
He's probably the most down-to-earth man I know - and the most well-known. He has an incredible talent when it comes to acting, sounds like a cross between Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr when he sings and - like Sammy - he does just about everything.
One of the things I find appealing about him is his incredibly dry sense of humour.
Very British. An example:
Corey: Man, I feel like a lassi.
Me (thinking: Huh!?): What's that?
Corey (understands what I'm thinking): It's fried dog. You know, like the brown and white one on telly.
Me (shocked for like two seconds until I realise he's taking the piss)
Corey (grinning): It's an Indian yoghurt drink
In-fucking-credibly dry, but I love it. Besides this he hardly ever knows where he's going, when, why and with whom - but still manages to turn up (most likely ten minutes late because he left something somewhere else and had to pick it up, only to realise he left something else instead) with a big smile.
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