Jon Voight stood about 2 metres away from me. I was so excited.

I had been in love with Jon since I saw him with his trousers around his ankles in the movie 'Midnight Cowboy'.

I had my camera in hand and was longing to take a picture.

It was around 1992. I was at the 'wrap' party of the filming of the 'Sinking of the Rainbow Warrior'.

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Voight had played the captain of the boat. My movie hero was so close to me I was in a virtual swoon.

He appeared to be having a very serious conversation with his then girlfriend.

She had been dancing and getting up close and personal with a handsome sailor from a Greenpeace ship.

Jon was not happy. I could see he was very agitated. It was not an opportune time for me, the adoring fan to swoop in with a camera.

I sadly saw him hastily go out the door into a waiting taxi.

As I ran out onto the pavement and watched him disappear into the dim street lights of Auckland, I could only be furious with myself for not being more assertive and stopped Jon in his tracks to take the selfie of the day.

I often think, even now, 'if only'. But, I remain an avid fan.