How can you be prepared to defend yourself when promises you can't keep are made without your knowledge, and you have no choice but to break them??

Thank you to everybody for your prayers, well wishes and kind words for our sweet boy Kohl. I’m upset about his diagnosis but not without faith that we caught it in time, and I’m confident he is strong and healthy enough to get a clean bill of health and live a long, healthy life. Thank you also to “annoymus” for sending me the link to boxers and cancer, unfortunately all it did was make me fall more in love with the breed because those dogs are all so good looking ; ) Anyway, I will definitely keep you posted on Kohl’s health, and am thankful for you keeping him, and all of us in your prayers.

Thanks also for your continued support with regards to the disgruntled, obnoxious fan. It is expected that you’re going to get unhappy people, who come out the other side of “meeting” a person they idolize on television disappointed. Most often people are in love with the character that an actor portrays, especially one so upstanding, pure and good like William Murdoch. So it makes complete sense to me that people would meet Yannick and be left “wanting” because he might swear in their presence, or he’s just too 2016 for them to deal with. This is all fine, this is understandable. But to attack him, say he’s an “asshole/big shit” who doesn’t remember what it’s like to be “middle class” anymore, because you paid money to hear him speak but didn’t get your autograph, is just unacceptable behaviour. Like honestly lady, WTAF.

We have uncovered exactly what happened, and why this woman is so irate, and should we want to know who this woman is the production company has all her information, thanks to her calling the very next morning after Yannick’s Brantford talk to lodge an official complaint via voicemail, fax and then “in person” on a call with staff at production. Again, honestly, WTAF? Who has that much time or energy. I for one wish I had any time to take phone calls from anybody. Aren’t phone calls a modern day luxury? Maybe not for you, or this particular “ex-admirer” but for me they totally are!

Anyway carrying on. Let me take you all on a journey with me to what happened that night at the Brantford Artist talk; first things first some background so you can all have perspective, and then maybe, just maybe, if she’s reading this she’ll feel like an outright fool for misplacing her rage onto Yannick in the first place. Many, many months ago the guy who runs this series of chats with artists reached out to Yannick to ask him to participate in one of these evenings. Yannick had done one for him once before with a high level of success. The first appearance/talk Yannick participated in was more successful for a number of reasons;

1) it was a smaller group of, if memory serves me correctly 60-75 people

2) there was no two part chat, with an intermission, he chatted for about one hour and then went on to take photos, sign shit, and chat with the people in attendance

3) the guy who organized it stayed through the entire thing helping to move the line along. But not this time, this time around he left half way through a meet greet that he promised/set up and left Yannick with ZERO help to manage the line of people who were told they would get their chance to meet him. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me dial it back so I don’t lose you. You see unbeknownst to Yannick this organizer had a flight to catch to Montreal, so he could only stay at the event until 10pm. What we also didn’t know is that it was promised, by the organizer/moderator that there would be a meet and greet with everybody who attended after the talk.

Really buddy? A MEET AND GREET 250 PEOPLE ON A SUNDAY NIGHT WHEN THE MAN NEEDS TO GET UP AT 5:30AM WITH A TWO HOUR DRIVE AHEAD OF HIM? Am I yelling?? Yes I am yelling, because honestly WTAF was this guy thinking? We have a best friend, Rick Springfield, as you all know who is a rock star, he does meet and greets every single concert he does. But you know what else Rick does at his meet and greets? He has a couple of “handlers” who assist with moving the line along, ensuring that every single person, which is usually only about 20 people, because 20 is a manageable fucking number for one person to stand, take photos with and sign stuff after they’ve performed for you for 90 minutes. You know what isn’t manageable? TWO HUNDRED AND FUCKING FIFTY.

I must ask the question once again…WTAF was going through this guys head? He set Yannick up for absolute failure, embarrassment and made him come off, to at least one person for sure as a giant dick. Well I have news for you, Yannick isn’t the giant dick. Had Yannick and I known that the EVENT ORGANIZER was planning a meet and greet for 250 people we would have brought a “team” with us to manage it. Shit, had I known that the organizer, once we got there and he sprung the fact that he planned to have the ENTIRE audience meet and greet, didn’t have any security, handlers, or a plan to stay for the entire meet and greet himself, I would have gone into the lobby to help my husband. But why would I think this guy, who PROMISED this to the ticket holders hadn’t done his job to set it up for success? I mean if somebody plans something and promises it to people who have paid a lot of money to get what they’re paying for, don’t you think it’s good business to ensure they walk out with their promises fulfilled and their heart happy?

I mean I’m not giving this bitter, greedy woman a pass on her bullshit behaviour in any way, but what I am doing is calling out the organizer for being so bad at his job, and for allowing the fallout of disappointed people to fall squarely on Yannick’s shoulders while he jetted off to Montreal for some convention that he was attending. The worst part of all of this is that my husband turned this guy down more times than I can count to do this talk. He turned him down not because he doesn’t love all of you, or that he’s not grateful for your support, or that he didn’t want to share himself in that way with the fans, he turned the guy down because he’d already done this for him years ago, and knowing it was during while he was shooting Murdoch didn’t think it could end well for him. And now look at this, it didn’t really turn out that great. Not just because of the one person who loudly aired her grievance about how the night went, but for all of you who didn’t get what you were promised that night. Who also might not have driven to Brantford, spent the money, or taken the time to go listen to Yannick talk without getting the chance at what you were promised. The opportunity to meet him. To have your photo with him.

For that both Yannick and I are extremely sorry. For that we truly wish we had had all the information before us so that we could have brought our “team” who knows exactly how to make sure these sort of events go successfully. Had we known that it was going to be a colossal unorganized shit show BEFOREHAND we would have never let the guy take an “intermission!!” What the hell was that all about anyway??

Going forward we will ask more questions of outside groups pulling these sort of evenings together, so that nobody leaves upset, or feeling as though they got ripped off by a “star” who has forgotten about the “middle class.” And who knows maybe one day we’ll be able to pull one of these together, but a professional evening for you all to attend with a real meet and greet where everybody does get their opportunity to chat with Yannick.

One thing I do know absolutely for certain is this organizer guy who is calling my husband’s “people” to set up the next event…buddy you’re dreaming. You will never get Yannick to another one of your events for as long as you live. Unless of course you take public responsibility for leaving my husband with egg on his face from your last poorly executed event. Or maybe, just maybe every single person who was still in line when Yannick had to leave should demand their money back from the organizer so he’ll think twice about setting his evenings up for failure?

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…