And we're separated by six degrees, actually less than that. My old Glasgow friend Allan scored a good part in Braveheart, until an RAF jet flew low over the set on the first day of shooting.
It not only ruined the take (historical note - Wallace's army operated without air cover), it panicked Allan's horse, which threw him and broke his pelvis. You can read the details at Allan's site.The poor man spent months immobilised in hospital. As a courtesy, Mel still put his name on the credits (you can leave your jokes about "being in a cast" in the comments section).
I would have enjoyed this preposterous film more if Allan had actually appeared in it. Baronage says that "the crowning absurdity to this movie is the idea that the hero fathered the future Kings of England".
Of course, better than being two degrees from Mel is being one degree from the delightful and preposterously over-talented Allan Tall (actor, composer, singer, guitarist, saxophonist, fiddler, painter, poet, writer, raconteur, comedian, web-programmer, the list goes on and it's so unfair).
