Call me crazy, but . . . .
I used to have fantasies about tickling or being tickled by famous people, but in the past . . . I don't know . . . year or so, I guess, maybe longer . . . I really seem to have lost interest in the famous people angle. It just doesn't seem to do much for me anymore.
Wish I could explain this change in my psychology, but I wasn't even aware of it myself until very recently. Now, don't get me wrong-- if Gillian Anderson announced on the Howard Stern show tomorrow that she was a closet tickle fetishist and looking for young guys to tickle torture on the air (yeah, sure-- THAT will happen! LOL!), I'd be on the phone in a second, but I can't honestly say that I sit here and fantasize about things like that happening.
Now, if we can include non-famous people for revenge tickling (e.g. former significant others who played head games, or a certain stuck up domina-wannabe, or even that teacher who failed you in math in high school, etc.), then I might have a much longer list. Of course, because those people aren't famous, those names would be totally meaningless to you.