I direct you to "Weird Al" Yankovic for the gist of this topic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3vBvlT1i_k (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3vBvlT1i_k)
Twenty odd years ago I was a member of the West Midlands Fire Service. Every year the fire service took part in a procession around Birmingham city centre (that's Birmingham, Central England) which culminated at an open air family fun day held in a park just outside the city. One year, I was asked to take part in the procession by donning a costume of the national fire safety mascot 'Wellyphant':
(http://i61.tinypic.com/2zf8wg0.jpg)
Walking in front of a fire engine waving at people with one hand and shaking a donation bucket in the other was an easy day's work, and upon reaching the park I took to entertaining kiddywinks by dishing out stickers, activity sheets, and other bits of tat.
Anyhoo, just as I was getting comfortable in my role, a helicopter flew overhead and landed in a field next to the fire service's pitch. Who stepped out to greet the crowd? Only TV and radio celebrity Noel Edmonds! ...and Mr. Blobby!
(http://i59.tinypic.com/103vmh3.jpg)
Instantly, the crowd between us parted as if Moses himself had planned it, and there I was, squaring off with the pink and yellow spotted one. To this day I can't explain why I did it, but spontaneity kicked in and I ran at him. He ran towards me. Like a clash of titans, we met in a powerful collision, landing on a conveniently positioned bouncy castle. We fought and the crowd loved it, unaware that the guy inside the Mr. Blobby costume was trying his best to hurt me for real, throwing some really firm punches and digging in a few elbow blows. Having none of it, I fought back, - and was winning! until the head came off my costume, causing what seemed like a sea of kids to start crying and accusing me of having killed Wellyphant.
On the plus side (I think), I got to meet Noel Edmonds and he posed for a photograph with me, which I have to this day, except no one can tell it's me as a colleague had swiftly stuck the head back on.
So there you have it. Anyone else got a lame claim to fame?
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
Anyway, when I was a kid, lots of schools in Norfolk teamed up to build the 'World's Longest Sandcastle'. I was on Yarmouth beach when the Guinness Book of Records guy turned up along with Roy Castle!
My friend Dale Kemp (who, weirdly I mentioned on another thread yesterday) dared my to 'be cheeky' to Roy.
I told Roy Castle that I'd seen him in the film 'Dr Who and the Daleks'. 'That was a long time ago' he said, to which I replied 'Yeah, you were a right spud!' and I ran off down the beach as fast as I could.
We got in the Guinness Book of Records but the following year the record was broken by someone in Texas who used a bulldozer (which is cheating).
I shot Judge Minty. Actually, that's quite a cool claim to fame...!
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
We got in the Guinness Book of Records but the following year the record was broken by someone in Texas who used a bulldozer (which is cheating).
'Resounding booing noises from the Hawk household'
Fair play just doesn't gel anymore. :think:
In the 90s I met Leo Sayer and got his autograph at the Odeon, Hemel Hempstead. I had no prior knowledge he was gigging, or indeed still alive, so this was some snake brain recognition from reruns of TOTP. Needless to say he was completely unencumbered by fans or any kind of entourage. My fiance (now wife) didn't believe it was him, and I was so amused by the situation that I went over and asked for his signature as a polite way of proving the fact. He said "Who do you think I am, Frank Bruno?" (this was the 90s). I had a look in the paper the next day and found he'd played a gig at the now demolished Hemel Pavilion that very night. (I also saw Bros & Ned's Atomic Dustbin there once, but we don't talk about that. It's kind of an inverse 'Sex Pistols at the 100 club' situation). So I am happy to go on the record as the man who proved what Leo Sayer does to unwind after a gig. He watches Titanic.
I'm not an autograph collector, so I only have four signatures in the house: Dave Gibbons, John Wagner, Dave Mazzuchelli, and Leo Sayer. Only the greats.
Quote from: Montynero on 02 April, 2015, 10:06:45 AM
Dave Gibbons, John Wagner, Dave Mazzuchelli, and Leo Sayer.
That's a comic I'd read.
Cheers!
Jim
Robert Plant is my sister-in-law's ex-husband's second cousin.
I periodically bump into Steve Howe from Yes. And sometimes exchange pleasantries.
Nice fella.
Quote from: Banners on 02 April, 2015, 08:17:40 AM
I shot Judge Minty. Actually, that's quite a cool claim to fame...!
I got shot by Judge Minty. In the face.
My partner's daughter and her family live in the same house as Wayne Fontana.
Quote from: Bagley on 02 April, 2015, 05:05:45 AM
I direct you to "Weird Al" Yankovic....
I met and had a beer with Weird Al at New Orleans Mardi Gras in 1987.
I also saw Craig Charles in a bar last week, but I didn't bother him.
I once met a pissed old rocker who told me he used to be in Thin Lizzie. There was no internet at the time so I couldn't check. Beat that for lameness, readers.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and I once got backstage at an Alabama 3 gig and drunkenly stole half the food in their catering trailer. They were off their tits on acid and coke so they didn't notice.
I was once on "safari" at a zoo in Kent when Chesney Hawkes phoned to give me a traffic update.
True story.
My mate worked in hospital radio, I went along with him once to see if it was as glamorous as I imagined. I found out whilst there that the guy who ran the studio once lived with the lead singer of a band called Tiger Tailz. He seemed a bit put out that I didn't really give a fuck.
Leo Sayer live in Australia now, I think.
As for my claim to fame, your probably know the famous people I have met and greeted.
There weren't that many, but you may know the ones I have been in the same room with at a movie theatre and convention.
I saw the some of male cast from the first Lord of the Rings film when it premiewed at Sydney.
The four young Hobbits except for Sam (Sean Astin).
Legolas (Orlando Bloom)
Elrond (Hugo Weaving)
I took their photos ad put them up on the....
Tolkien Online - The One Ring.com (http://www.theonering.com/)
Facebook
And here! (I suppose!)
I saw Jodie foster walk the red carpet at the premiere for Panic room and had to have her pointed out to me before I looked further down to find her looking back at me with temporary un-approving scowl as I did look further down than I needed to. She's shorter than I thought she would be.
I saw Peter Mayhew who is hard to miss. I thin would have only be just over the height of his mid-section. Astounded, my eyes watered at his presence. I came back to the same comic book convention the next day as well. I never got up the courage to walk up to him ask for auto-graph knowing that I didn't have enough money on me to pay the minium fee for this and he didn't seem to happy to be there either. He gave too seminars on both days and they were not quite the same as sat quietly in the audience and watched wondering if Harrison ford, David Hamill, Carrie Fisher, Anthony Daniels and Kenny Baker. Two famous Klingons extras were there and not one of them Worf as wel as the original Cat Woman from the Batman serial.
I saw the female trio cast in the latest remake of the Charlies Angels at Circular Quay from a distance. I thought Cameron Diaz was tall, but not as much as Peter Mayhew. Drew Barrymore (Never thought she was in the same leage as the two other girls despite her passable looks!) and the other girl. A Asian girl with a ever so slightly freckly face. Very cute.
I think passed little known fashion model called Megan Gale inside a department store and think I passed Naomi Watts on a almost deserted street where I imagined she half smiled at me in passing and saw the original comedy trio Goodies in concert. Time Brook Taylor, Graham Garden and Bill Odie. This all happened in Sydney down south in between the years 2001 and 2005.
I have seen famous comedy duo Hale and Pace in concert as well. Back in the late 90's.
I have been to a Kiss concert twice. The first time in the late nineties when the original line up had reunited and nearly two or three years earlier when both their lead guitarist and drummer had been replaced by some very good stand in north Brisbane. between the late 90's and 2013.
As I said at the beginning any other famous person or people I have met, you wouldn't have heard of.
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
Whoever has that Krankies anecdote has the best story.
Quote from: Bear "Bear" McBear (bear) on 02 April, 2015, 01:57:16 PM
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
Whoever has that Krankies anecdote has the best story.
Cripes, that's reminded me of a story involving a mate's dad's mate and
Aunt Sally...
Quote from: ThryllSeekyr on 02 April, 2015, 01:36:46 PM
I saw Jodie foster walk the red carpet at the premiere for Panic room and had to have her pointed out to me before I looked further down to find her looking back at me with temporary un-approving scowl as I did look further down than I needed to. She's shorter than I thought she would be.
You just about get away with this, because, despite going to the premiere of a Jodie Foster film without knowing what she looks like, and then creepily eyeing her up, it sort of looks like that was an accident.
QuoteI saw the female trio cast in the latest remake of the Charlies Angels at Circular Quay from a distance. I thought Cameron Diaz was tall, but not as much as Peter Mayhew. Drew Barrymore (Never thought she was in the same leage as the two other girls despite her passable looks!) and the other girl. A Asian girl with a ever so slightly freckly face. Very cute.
Now this, however, is sexist and borderline racist. Not really a claim to fame.
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
I've told the same story here before, but the same Ms James used to drink in my local pub occasionally, which is odd seeing as I'm from a small, nondescript village in the Irish midlands. Sadly I was too young to drink there, so I missed the chance to
stock up my wank bank say hello to her.
My mum went to school with the actress who played Dorien in Birds of a Feather. Well, she was in a different year but it was totally the same school.
The teen actor from this Findus Crispy Pancake advert was a year or two below me at secondary school apparently.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFXQZVGpJN8 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFXQZVGpJN8)
Never connected the face, but remember our year constantly taunting some guy with "Oi Findus! Findus wanker!" He must've loved it.
Dunk!
I went to the same school as former page 3 girl Helen Labdon, who married actor Greg Kinnear.
Her Dad was a science teacher at the school.
I once had drinks with Christopher Biggins in theatrical producer Cameron Mackintosh's apartment on 42nd Steet, Broadway.
Quote from: Jimmy Baker's Assistant on 02 April, 2015, 02:26:32 PM
QuoteI saw the female trio cast in the latest remake of the Charlies Angels at Circular Quay from a distance. I thought Cameron Diaz was tall, but not as much as Peter Mayhew. Drew Barrymore (Never thought she was in the same leage as the two other girls despite her passable looks!) and the other girl. A Asian girl with a ever so slightly freckly face. Very cute.
Now this, however, is sexist and borderline racist. Not really a claim to fame.
Is it? The selling point and whole premise of Charlie's Angels is that the three agents are diversely-styled beautiful women - if it has any depth of purpose at all, it's a satire on the assumptions of the male gaze. And describing Lucy Liu as 'an Asian girl with a slightly freckly face, very cute' seems like a default description if you don't know who she is.
I know TS has form, but this seems a bit unfair: he saw three beautiful actresses, thought some were more beautiful than others. That sounds like 75% of all human discourse there.
Long time friend with Irish girl who is extra warrior in Season 3 of The Vikings.
Quote from: Tordelback on 02 April, 2015, 03:59:47 PM
Is it? The selling point and whole premise of Charlie's Angels is that the three agents are diversely-styled beautiful women - if it has any depth of purpose at all, it's a satire on the assumptions of the male gaze. And describing Lucy Liu as 'an Asian girl with a slightly freckly face, very cute' seems like a default description if you don't know who she is.
I know TS has form, but this seems a bit unfair: he saw three beautiful actresses, thought some were more beautiful than others. That sounds like 75% of all human discourse there.
Talking about female actors in terms of looks rather than acting ability is fairly textbook sexism, even if you're right to say it's very widely done. Referring to two white actors by name and a third, non-white actor by race is not the sort of thing you really should not be doing if you don't want people to frown at you.
Still, I know what you mean about my previous post being harsh. I'm sure ThryllSeekyr doesn't write that kind of thing because he wants to cause offence or because he has genuinely unpleasant views, I just think maybe a bit more thought about the context of such remarks would be a good idea!
AT Brize in the late eighties I had the opportunity to completely fail to recognise Nicholas Ridley (one time member of the cabinet and infamous at the time for a remark about the Germans) and asked ::)him for his ID. Strangely he was not a happy bunny.
A few years ago in a completely different job I was in a private school in Cardiff delivering a talk on Work Experience to a group of year 10 students. Two girls spent the entire time chopsing over everything I said. On the way out my colleague asked if I knew who one of the girls was to which I replied that I didn't have a clue. Apparently it was Charlotte Church. ::)
In the mid/late 70's I met and got the autograph of Austin Mitchell, when he was campaigning to be our MP.
Austin was a kinda big name, as he used to present our local regional news programme...
He did become our MP, and only retired the other week.
And around the same time; Mick Brolly, who's daughter went to our school. I didn't know who he was, and why everyone was mugging him for autographs - it had to be explained to me that he played for Grimsby Town (He was pretty good in his day). Got his autograph about 6 times, all told.
And the best of all; Ive stood behind Phil Oakey in the Sheffield Space Centre. The assistant serving him seemed a bit star struck. I'd have thought seeing a member of the Human League in Sheffield would be an everyday occurrence?
I was in Starbucks last December and Pierce Brosnan was ahead of me in the queue. I smiled and said hi. He smiled and said nothing.
Friends of mine have told me that, when they were kids, their school took them to see pantomime which Mr T was starring in. As the coach they were on was parking, Mr T apparently jumped onto the bus and- saying as only Mr T could while pointing down the aisle- said "Hey kids, don't do drugs!" before getting off the bus and rushing into the theatre. No idea how the teacher responsible didn't proudly tell the kids he/she had organized that and how. Just a few short years ago, I bumped into Henry Winkler at a popular discount store (he was doing Christmas panto at the time).
I fucked Kylie Minogue was she was just over from Oz.
Does this count?
Quote from: Mattofthespurs on 02 April, 2015, 06:20:11 PM
I fucked Kylie Minogue was she was just over from Oz.
Does this count?
It counts but it's not as good as my story about Roy Castle.
I was best friends with Philip Bond at primary school. We used to make comics together in his shed and he drew Judge Dredd and Rogue Trooper on my bedroom wall for me. My mum went mental but dad thought it was cool. I also remember convincing Philip to draw some naked women - one looked just like Jenna from Blake's 7 so I made him draw one of those cool Liberator blasters in her hand. I wish I still had that...
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
That person probably really regrets that now and apologises to all women, and Wendy in particukar. They would never do that these days and certainly would never tell it as an "amusing" anecdote.
Not one to throw all my eggs in one basket, I have a couple more lame claims to share with you now.
In 2010, I was caretaker at a school in Wolverhampton where One Direction boyband member Liam Payne was a pupil. He visited the school soon after his success on that there X Factor telly programme but I didn't get to meet him as I was too busy picking up a fucktonne of litter dropped during the day's lunch break by so many of the little scamps he'd inspired.
My second claim is that I once knew a guy who had been friends with Nigel Clark, frontman of 90s Britpop band Dodgy. He told me that he often went round to Nigel's mum and dad's house to play computer games and, when up in Nigel's bedroom, noticed that the ends of his curtains were always rigid. It transpired that, when partaking in a spot of healthy masturbation, Nigel was soaking up his splooge using said curtains, instead of adopting the more traditional method of firing off into a sock.
Quote from: Tordelback on 02 April, 2015, 03:59:47 PM
Quote from: Jimmy Baker's Assistant on 02 April, 2015, 02:26:32 PM
QuoteI saw the female trio cast in the latest remake of the Charlies Angels at Circular Quay from a distance. I thought Cameron Diaz was tall, but not as much as Peter Mayhew. Drew Barrymore (Never thought she was in the same leage as the two other girls despite her passable looks!) and the other girl. A Asian girl with a ever so slightly freckly face. Very cute.
Now this, however, is sexist and borderline racist. Not really a claim to fame.
Is it? The selling point and whole premise of Charlie's Angels is that the three agents are diversely-styled beautiful women - if it has any depth of purpose at all, it's a satire on the assumptions of the male gaze. And describing Lucy Liu as 'an Asian girl with a slightly freckly face, very cute' seems like a default description if you don't know who she is.
I know TS has form, but this seems a bit unfair: he saw three beautiful actresses, thought some were more beautiful than others. That sounds like 75% of all human discourse there.
Right her name is
Lucy Lui and a lot of people who are my age should know that. I totallly agree that calling her
Asian[/b with a slightly freckly completion is just being accurate. There are number of names, one of which I only recall that would definitely be considered a slight against her if I used them.
I use the word Asian, because I'm not sure if she is Japanese or Chinese or what ever.
As for me saying one girl looks better than another or is more beautiful. Well, that is my opinon!
I really meant all three of them are attractive in their own way, but Cameron and Lucy seem less ordinary in their looks than Drew. Her face is more rounded or oval, while theirs is more sculpted and if I was being mean I would say she looks more like well known kind of circus performer that just play for laughs. If the other two were elves, then she is just human. Yet, at least I never said she is a orc.
I sometime think I write two much here.
Quote from: ThryllSeekyr on 02 April, 2015, 09:08:22 PM
I sometime think I write two much here.
Possibly, yes, but perhaps I was being a little overly sensitive. Besides, your post isn't even the most sexist one in this thread any more!
Alice In Chains played the SFX (Dublin) in March 1993. During one song a number of people managed to get on stage and while diving back in the crowd one of them knocked over a bottle of JD on the stage in front of Layne Staley...prompting him to quip "Don't mess with my Jack, Jack" after the song.
I was that Jack.
Metallica shaved my beard off once.
Quote from: blackmocco on 02 April, 2015, 11:18:16 PM
Metallica shaved my beard off once.
No I'm sorry, you can't just leave that one hanging - howwhenwhy?
Quote from: Mattofthespurs on 02 April, 2015, 06:20:11 PM
I fucked Kylie Minogue was she was just over from Oz.
Neither did I.
Quote from: Dandontdare on 03 April, 2015, 12:02:13 AM
Quote from: blackmocco on 02 April, 2015, 11:18:16 PM
Metallica shaved my beard off once.
No I'm sorry, you can't just leave that one hanging - howwhenwhy?
Metallica aren't exactly prolific, are they? Waiting for Death Magnetic to be
started finished. Decided I wasn't shaving until it came out. Thought maybe I'd get six months out of it.
Two and a half years later, the record's ready to be released, the beard's down to my belly, and Metallica have heard about it. They fly me up to their San Francisco HQ for the listening party and they shave it off. An epic time was had. No doubt about it.
Quote from: Goaty on 02 April, 2015, 04:08:34 PM
Long time friend with Irish girl who is extra warrior in Season 3 of The Vikings.
Her name isn't Cait, is it? I used to do martial arts training with her if it is her.
Quote from: Montynero on 02 April, 2015, 10:06:45 AM
(I also saw Bros & Ned's Atomic Dustbin there once, but we don't talk about that. It's kind of an inverse 'Sex Pistols at the 100 club' situation).
Uh, you mean on the same bill? They're not exactly the same genre of music...
Quote from: Spikes on 02 April, 2015, 05:54:14 PM
And the best of all; Ive stood behind Phil Oakey in the Sheffield Space Centre. The assistant serving him seemed a bit star struck. I'd have thought seeing a member of the Human League in Sheffield would be an everyday occurrence?
It is, I have sat in a cafe with him... of course when I say with him he was on a different table next to the one we were sat on. The two friends I was with were getting quite excited as even though he has no hair anymore he still has it. Alas I didn't know he was a tooth fan at the time.
I have a couple of Jarvis C stories too.
I met Matt Berry in London, outside the natural history museum one school trip. I was watching all of IT Crowd at the time and still think of it as comedy genius, no small part due to Mr. Berry. Lovely chap btw.
Rampant Shitemeisters Let Loose performed at my School before they were "famous". Needless to say they were Shite in extremis.
I shook the hand of Napalm Death Guitarist Mitch Harris at a concert in Exeter many years ago while they were touring the album The Code is Red....
And probably my closest brush with mega-fame*; I once saw Philip Schofield driving out of a Petrol Station. Seeing the pint sized Silver-fox in the flesh really made my day :thumbsup:
Cheers
*Unless you count the time myself and others from my class were meeted and greeted by Diana-Princess of Wales when she opened a Leisure Centre in Exeter.
I opened and ran The Rowdy Yates Block Citizens' Yap Shop, a 2000AD-centric chat room which ran on Wednesday nights. In our time we had special guests from John Wagner to Pat Mills, Carlos Ezquerra to P.J. Holden and many more chatting with fans from this very board. Even Em-Bot showed up a couple of times.
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Several worthy projects were born in that room, including the fondly remembered Shitstix (TM) and a couple of Strange & Dark stories by John Smith and Colin MacNeil, who both became room-regulars. Traces of the Yap Shop's influence remain to this day, most notably in Colin's artwork for Judge Dredd.
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Although the Yap Shop is currently dead resting, it was - for the briefest of moments - the coolest place on the entire interweb; and I was part of it.
I once got preferential service in a St Albans cafe for a whole year because the waitress mistakenly thought my girlfriend was Lisa Faulkner from Holby City.
That has to be the lamest claim to fame ever. The link to fame is so gossamer thin it's practically invisible.
The best thing was my girlfriend looked nothing like Lisa Faulkner, not really. Not unless you were boss eyed and peering from some distance at a low res photo through a pair of glasses with Lisa Faulkner's face embossed on the lens. But every time we walked in, this girl would drop everything and start fawning over us. It was amusing, baffling, a little surreal. We'd go in there once every six weeks or so, and get the full V.I.P treatment. She once tried to move a couple out of a window seat to find space for us. We weren't having that - but we did take free cakes home a few times.
We thought she was just a really attentive and kind waitress to be honest, but gradually noticed she wasn't as sunny and quick to help other customers. It all came to a head when she just came out and asked for my girlfriend's autograph one day. She was working shifts in McDonald's at the time so that got a laugh. The look of horror on the waitresses face as we explained that no, my girlfriend wasn't a semi-famous soap actress and no, we weren't in any way affiliated to Holby City, was quite palpable. She actually became quite angry, as if we had perpetrated some elaborate scam by coming in and asking for tea and cakes.
When we came in next time we got the evil eye, and fairly crap service thereafter. I don't really have time for people who treat others differently because of their job or whatever, so I found it all highly entertaining. We still pop in there sometimes, but sadly the waitress has moved on.
I remember going to a place called King Pie in St Albans, they'd taken the Burger King/McDonalds business model and applied it to meat pies. It was pretty good!
Also in St Albans I went to a comic signing in a little comic shop that was upstairs in a shopping centre.
Glenn Fabry, Dave Gibbons, Steve Dillon and John Higgins were all there. It was very small scale and we all had a good chat and I came away with some lovely sketches and signed comics. (I'm still amazed at the quality of the Dredd picture that SD drew in about 20 seconds).
Think that was the proto-location for Chaos City Comics, run by Richard Emms and Derek Watson, notable for being Dave Gibbons local comic shop of choice. Rich now runs Limited Edition Comix in Stevenage, and Derek very very sadly passed away earlier this year god rest his lovely soul. Though Chaos City lives on, off Heritage Close, in safe hands.
Yes, what Steve can do in seconds takes mere mortals hours. His early work, aged seventeen or so, still makes me weep it's so good. Remember the time the Nerve Centre lost an entire episode of City of The Damned? Steve just redid it all in a couple of days. They found the original strip later, and they're both amazing.
I had fish and chips with Kristen Scott Thomas at my sister's wedding.
Nigel Havers caught me reading Moonshadow on the set of some tv series he was in.
I briefly met Douglas Adams when he was publicising Starship Titanic. He was VERY tall. And very witty.
Bill Sienkewicz took the piss out of me for drawing too many topless women in my art samples (I was 16)
Er....
That's it.
I met the main cast members of Red Dwarf,(and several other actors who played smaller roles) a couple of years back. Bought a signed copy of a Soul and funk CD from Craig Charles (he actually took the time to unwrap it to sign it) and a couple of books from Robert Llewellyn who seemed to panic a bit when I tried to hand the money to him. ("No... not me, hand it to them..." indicating his female assistants. Craig just took the money himself.)
Both lovely guys. Oh, got told by Chris Barrie I had the best name when he gave me his signature. (My first name is Chris.)
Not really a claim to fame though as it WAS the Dimension Jump Red Dwarf convention. But I was quite chuffed.
As far as lame claims to fame go...
I've a mate, who has a mate (who I have met a couple of times myself) who was the gardener for Rowan Atkinson.
I went for a job interview at a coffee shop in central London once. (It wasn't for a job at the shop, they just conducted the interview there.) When I was there a short curly red haired Irishman popped in briefly. I'm not 100% sure, but I think it was the actor Colm Meaney (he who played Miles O' Brien in Star Trek: The next Generation, and Deep Space Nine.
I once saw a commedian walking along the road. I can't remember his name or where I saw him, except it was outside London. So a really rubbish claim to fame.
Maybe the worst: Derek Jameson was apparently my Grandad's Cousin. Or at least my Grandad claimed he was, and I have no reason to doubt him really. (One google later, I have only just found out a minute ago that he died in 2012. Shows how close to him I was, heh. Feel a bit bad referring to him as the 'worst' claim to fame now. He might not have been a bad bloke. I never knew him.)
Okay if this is true (http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derek_Jameson), I wonder if my grandad was wrong after all.
QuoteBorn in Hackney, London,[3] Jameson was illegitimate and grew up in a private children's home where conditions were poor with five children sharing the same bed which was bug ridden. He never knew with certainty who his father was and discovered at 8 that his supposed elder sister, Elsie, was actually his mother.
Either that, or he knew something Derek himself didn't. My grandad's surname was Jameson too. I guess Derek might have taken his surname from his mother.
I was at a works conference a few years back at a hotel in Stratford upon Avon and there was a free bar in the function room we hired, so naturally I was profoundly drunk.
I had staggered off to the toilet when I was approached by this guy and his girlfriend who wanted to know if there was still a bar open in the hotel. All the other bars were shut so I ushered them into our function room and told them to say they worked for us if the bar staff asked, but they were sussed right away and asked them to leave.
It turned out that the guy was Jason Orange out of take that, I was completely clueless until the ladies from the office told me afterwards.
Personally I think "I've a mate, who has a mate who was the gardener for Rowan Atkinson" & "My Grandad fantasized wildly about being related to Derek Jameson" take the prize in this particular contest, Mardroid. :) Excellent work, sir.
Does this count as a 'double lame claim' or would that need its own thread?
Years ago I attended a work function at a super posh London venue. I got roped in to helping out and was asked to sit with a member of staff at a makeshift reception to give attendees their pre-prepared name badges. At the desk appeared in front of me a famous newsreader. Problem was, I couldn't remember her name and there was no way that the first contact she had with this organisation, would be me, asking her name. So I fidgeted around waiting for the member of staff next to me to finish dealing with someone and then find the newsreader's name badge.
A plumber told me he would do plumbing for the above famous newsreader and yes, it is a wig she would wear on tv.
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 02 April, 2015, 08:24:43 PM
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
That person probably really regrets that now and apologises to all women, and Wendy in particukar. They would never do that these days and certainly would never tell it as an "amusing" anecdote.
Heh
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 02 April, 2015, 08:24:43 PM
Quote from: JamesC on 02 April, 2015, 08:13:35 AM
Someone on here has a story about Wendy James' leg. That's the best one.
That person probably really regrets that now and apologises to all women, and Wendy in particukar. They would never do that these days and certainly would never tell it as an "amusing" anecdote.
:-)
I was in the same class as Aphex Twin Richard James at secondary school.
Other than him every link seems to be musical and tenuous:
Mums good friend was Donavon's cousin and I've seen him pop in for tea when I was little.
Mums hubby ran a folk club and all sorts of these folky sorts would be milling about inc him, McTell etc.
My best mate as a kids Dad was great friends with Roger Taylor.
Not sure this one is lame but sons great great grandfather worked with Marconi on developing and carrying out their first trans-atlantic radio broadcasts (a clever dude). As it happens son is in house Marconi at school.
I was working Birmingham City centre late Friday night about twelve years ago.
Spotted a very drunk James Nesbitt weaving his way back to his hotel, the wrong way.
Stuck him in the back of the squad car, explained that if I didn't give him a lift, one way or the other he would be a crime statistic in the morning.
He was quite grateful, in his affable, pissed way.
Had a kiss (on the cheek) from Linda Lusardi when I was 11.
Shook Eddie the Eagle's hand.
Had a chat with Ken Foree at a Dead by Dawn horror-fest in Edinburgh, and met Tony Todd a different year.
Also, i served Les Dennis in a petrol station. It was about 6am on a sunday morning, and he bought petrol and a Wispa.
Met Bill Clinton twice, Hilary once and Tony Blair a few times when I worked in the NI Assembly. The nicest person I met was Mychal Judge a Franciscan friar over from NY on a police/fireservice charity visit. He was murdered doing his duty as New York Fire Department chaplin at the Twin Towers on 11/9/01. Desmond Tutu was also a nice guy. Plus I was phone a frind on Who wants to be a Millionaire, helped get my mate over 100 grand. Z
Quote from: Woolly on 04 April, 2015, 12:02:02 PM
Had a kiss (on the cheek) from Linda Lusardi when I was 11.
Jammy bastid.
Quote from: ZenArcade on 04 April, 2015, 12:13:41 PM
Plus I was phone a frind on Who wants to be a Millionaire, helped get my mate over 100 grand. Z
Always wondered this - did he give you a decent wedge from that?
The usual agreement is 10%. He was setting up his own pharmacy business at the time and was recently married so I didn't put the arm in....he's a good mate and had always been decent. Z
Good man!
Quote from: Montynero on 03 April, 2015, 03:44:08 PM
Personally I think "I've a mate, who has a mate who was the gardener for Rowan Atkinson" & "My Grandad fantasized wildly about being related to Derek Jameson" take the prize in this particular contest, Mardroid. :) Excellent work, sir.
Heh. Thanks. Just thought of an incident which might beat those... at least from an entertaiment POV.
I have a friend whose mother had an altercation with Ghandi.
This friend of mine is in his 70s and he was born in India. His mother was a white English woman, but she was also born in India during the time of the British Raj. I believe her family were high officials of some kind, so one day Gandhi came round.
Anyway, apparently he said to her "You lot should go home!"
"I AM home", she said. "I was born here [in India]. YOU were born in South Africa."
She described Gandhi to her son as a little bugger running around with a robe that kept flapping open showing his bum. Or something like that.
I thought of this because i might be meeting the guy (not Gandhi) for drinks tonight. Interesting bloke. He speaks Urdu, and he has an Indian accent despite his family moving here when he was 10. He looks kinda Asian too, but he gets his looks from his Portuguese father who was likely of Morrocan descent. Considering how dliuted that Arab blood is it's amazing how much it shows in him.
Kylie is on telly tonight.... seeing her differently after this thread and it's revelation. The wee strumpet.
Quote from: Mardroid on 03 April, 2015, 01:30:17 PM
I once saw a commedian walking along the road. I can't remember his name or where I saw him, except it was outside London. So a really rubbish claim to fame.
lol My favourite claim so far.
A few years ago, a BBC researcher came to my door. She worked for that "Whod Do You Think You Are?" show. Apparently Graham Norton's granny grew up in my house. Unfortunately my work schedule did not sync up with said prime time superstar's schedule, otherwise my sitting room could have been on telly.
After having headlined a festival, the guitarist from The Dubliners (don't ask me which one) once bought me a glass of cola at a pub when I was a kid.
Some of these claims to fame are far from lame - flash gits!
I've bored everyone with these many times before, but I weed beside John Craven at the urinals in London Zoo, and in another winky-focused episode my willy once appeared on the front page of the Sunday World.
Quote from: Mardroid on 04 April, 2015, 06:22:07 PM
I have a friend whose mother had an altercation with Ghandi.
Gandhi is not to be messed with - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfvLcozLwtE
I am the only man in history stupid enough to go the entire 42 - mile length of the Lancaster Canal in a pedals, playing a gig at every pub along the way: [url]https://youtu.be/FTT69mt3Te0[url]
*pedalo, even. Bloody iPhone spellcheck thingy.
The oldie link is not working. But Dr Rocka is here folks! Watch it for this man suffered for charity!
https://youtu.be/FTT69mt3Te0
Cheers, System! Couldn't seem to embed the link from my phone.
Some real lame efforts here I have to say. Time to up the ante with the great Jim Bowen. Picture evidence below. It was after his show where he retold Bullseye tales, when you could meet the great man and get a signed book from a holdall from his wife for a bargain £10.
(http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c118/button71/bully.jpg)
At 15 I appeared on BBC school quiz 'First Class' and one a game before losing to Regis from Wolverhampton whose captain had a moustache! I met former Miss GB Debbie Greenwood, who hosted, and she wrote 'Hard luck Stephen' on my autograph. We were invited to return for the celebrity special and I met Letitia Dean and Adam Woodyatt off 'Eastenders' Woodyatt clearly would have preferred to be elsewhere and sat smoking in the green room and watched the snooker.
I also won 'Weakest Link' and met Anne Robinson but don't like to talk about it.
Quote from: sheridan on 05 April, 2015, 01:03:20 AM
After having headlined a festival, the guitarist from The Dubliners (don't ask me which one) once bought me a glass of cola at a pub when I was a kid.
My dad used to play onstage with one of the Dubliners, before he was a Dubliner. Possibly the same chap - he was quite a few steps ahead of my dad musicwise; hence my dad remained an engineer while Sean Cannon got sort of famous.
My mate Mickey pissed on Andy Cairns from Therapy?'s shoes. He was in a pub toilet when he noticed him, spun around mid-stream to declare "You're Andy Cairns!"
Ah Therapy, NI's finest. So Tordel, spill. We want photos of the mystery member scoop. Z :lol:
Nb, Richmond's putting up a new thread: Larne claims to fame. Squax wait with breath bated. Z
Quote from: ZenArcade on 05 April, 2015, 07:55:57 PM
Nb, Richmond's putting up a new thread: Larne claims to fame. Squax wait with breath bated. Z
My cousin used to be the drummer in Therapy?
(BTW - this is up there with the Millenium Falcon build as the best thread ever)
As a toddler I was chased around my next door neighbour, Patrick Malahide's garden by Donald duck, who belonged to the family of clowns who lived in the next house along.
Quote from: Richmond Clements on 06 April, 2015, 02:23:05 PM
My cousin used to be the drummer in Therapy?
You seem unsure.
So I'm still in the lead.
What do I win?
I'll just leave this here (taken in 83 or 84 as I recall)
I may have said this before on here but...
...I served boxer "Prince" Naseem Hamed when I worked in a petrol station in Sheffield. He called me "boss".
During that period ('98/'99) my next door neighbour was Tom "Squarepusher" Jenkinson, who I had already heard of when I met him so I promptly did his head in by saying "YOU'RE Squarepusher?" He was worried that if word got out he was a musician his house would get burgled.
Quote from: Third Estate Ned on 06 April, 2015, 06:32:01 PM
I may have said this before on here but...
...I served boxer "Prince" Naseem Hamed when I worked in a petrol station in Sheffield. He called me "boss".
Heh. I too was working the petrol stations of Sheffield at the time (hence my Les dennis infamy), and I too had a run in with 'Prince' Naseem when I was working at Frecheville, that I'd forgotten til now...
He turned up pissed one night, in an expensive sports car, and him and his bouncers took it in turns to speed along the road while everyone else was parked on the forecourt. This must have been about 3-4AM.
One of my regulars turned up walking his dog, quickly flashed his police badge, and asked if he could come in and 'phone his mates'.
Within about 30 seconds we could hear sirens - Naseem saw this, gave us the [spoiler]wanker[/spoiler] sign, and sped off in the sports car.
News reports over the next few days were of a sports car crashed into a tree (I think it was a tree), and Naseem giving himself up to the police (after he'd sobered up).
I never knew whether to be proud of this one, or horrified that he potentially could have had a much worse crash.
Well, he walked away from it - so all's well in that respect, but what an almighty [spoiler]wanker[/spoiler] he was for drink-driving in the first place.
I was once someone else's lame claim to fame.
I was staying in the US a few years back in Indiana, the hotel I was staying in was on one of the main routes to Indianapolis and was used by a lot of motor racing teams. I was having a beer and a bite to eat at the hotel bar when this guy came up to me and was convinced that I was a famous racing driver.
I told him he was mistaken but he seemed to take that as a sign that I was indeed who he thought I was but just wanted to be left alone. When I went to settle up after I had finished eating, I found that he had paid my bar bill for me :D.
Few years ago:
My cousin's then girlfriend: "Guess who I met today! Jason Donovan."
Cousin: "Did he come into the shop?"
Girlfriend: "No, I saw him on the other side of the road when I was out at lunch."
Cousin: "!"
This is kind of cool rather than lame, but here goes:
My girlfriend once worked on a movie which starred Bill Murray. He went out for drinks with the entire crew twice towards the end of production, and by all accounts pretty much lived up to his reputation as the life and soul of the party, charming everyone. He gave my girlfriend a big bear hug and lifted her off her feet, then almost got a lift to the pub with her in her car (at the time a shitty old Ford Fiesta that was on its last legs). Alas, another option presented itself, but still, the idea that Bill Goddamn Murray could have potentially been a passenger in that old banger still blows my mind.
Another tenuous claim to fame of mine is that a famous Hollywood movie director's 'people' 'reached out' to me to say how much said director liked one of my movie fan posters and had requested a print of it to decorate their production office, and further prints for each of the film's stars, all of whom I'm an enormous fan of. Unfortunately it ended up getting bogged down in details (basically I think I put my contact off by bombarding them with too many questions in my excited frenzy), the moment passed and it never panned out, much to my regret.
I was at a party in Withington once and met a bloke who said he was going to release a cover of "The Time Warp". His name was Damien. And he did.
Okay...
Back in the late '80's I worked in the Manchester Picaddily railways Stn branch of WHSmiths- now long gone.
During my time there I sold various newsagenty things to:
Shaun Ryder
Bill Pertwee
Julian Clary
and once when I was stocking the shelves Take that walked in (but I think it might only have been Robbie) to check out themselves in J17.
However, my fave story is the time myself and my two youngest shared a lift with Dave gibbons and talked about the hollywood tower of Terror in Disneyworld.
One of my housemates sold 90s indie chancers Dodgy some weed, circa 1996/7.
Steve Davis rocks, doesn't he? That hair.
I wanna know what Shaun Ryder, Bill Pertwee and Julian Clary were buying in Smiths . I'm guessing Rizzlas, an autosport magazine (Pertwee was famously into his cars), and Fisherman's Friends.
It must be a nightmare being famous. We already have one classic recollection of Les Dennis buying a Wispa from a petrol station decades ago. That means that every time Les Dennis has bought a chocolate bar for the last twenty years someone has told everyone they know all about it. How can that not drive you potty?
I sat beside 50 Cents and his entourage in a London hotel early last year. They were at the table beside me in the bar.
There was silence and no communication (what do three skinny business-blokes have in common with a rap star?) until a stunning brunette walked through the bar (our view was that she was almost certainly an escort; she wore - well - a bandage). Cue my group and his watching her pass like an angel on a breeze. It was, on balance, like a pack of the dogs from an old cartoon, patting our necks while steam gushed from our ears.
Then, one of his cronies simply said "Daaaaaaang".
And we all laughed.
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 07 April, 2015, 12:54:14 PM
I was at a party in Withington once and met a bloke who said he was going to release a cover of "The Time Warp". His name was Damien. And he did.
Oh, that reminds me of the bloke I met in a small London nightclub (Gossips, now sadly closed) who stated that he used to be in a band called EMF (in the kind of tone that suggested he'd be surprised if I'd heard of / remembered them). I gather they released another album a few years later.
Quote from: sheridan on 08 April, 2015, 12:42:27 AM
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 07 April, 2015, 12:54:14 PM
I was at a party in Withington once and met a bloke who said he was going to release a cover of "The Time Warp". His name was Damien. And he did.
Oh, that reminds me of the bloke I met in a small London nightclub (Gossips, now sadly closed) who stated that he used to be in a band called EMF (in the kind of tone that suggested he'd be surprised if I'd heard of / remembered them). I gather they released another album a few years later.
I find that story somewhat hard to believe.
In Manchester Airport early one morning, George Harrison told me to f*ck off. The Arrivals Hall was empty and, as a mini-bus driver, I was waiting for my passengers to start filtering through but it was taking ages. Then GH and his chauffeur came sauntering out on their own. GH had a big boom box on his shoulder listening to music and seemed happily unsteady on his pins. Despite the empty nature of the massive Arrivals Hall he walked straight at me. When I just stood there without moving he said, "Oh, f*ck off then," and walked around me.
.
I had no idea who he was until another driver rushed over and told me. I shrugged and was, and remain, unimpressed.
I'm not sure meeting a celeb at an event where you've paid/planned to meet said celeb really counts. Random meetings or tenuous links are the better stories. Anyway...
Think I've mentioned it on here before but I once told Buster Bloodvessel off for pissing in the beer garden of my brother in law's pub with the comment "you ain't that famous anymore mate." He belched and carried on pissing.
I met Paul "Greedo" Blake at Exeter Comic Con a few years ago. I nearly upset him by saying Greedo shot first*, but he was quite sound about it.
He even wrote 'Han shot first, ok!' on a signed photograph I purchased.
Cheers
*of course Han shot first but I couldn't resist the temptation
This great thread has reminded me of another one.
At my pals wedding at Marr Hall outside Glasgow Mike Tyson was hanging about awaiting a limo with his entourage. He was taken with our kilts (or possibly the bridesmaids) and was happy to pose for photos one of which made the papers. He was a perfect gent and softly spoken. Most of our snaps involved us putting our fists to his chin and I have to say he had a scary aura about him.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/scottishnews/3214869/Lets-Ty-the-knot.html (http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/scottishnews/3214869/Lets-Ty-the-knot.html)
I think I just walked by Flavia from Strictly Come Dancing. She manages the great trick of looking incredibly attractive while also looking like a character designed by Aardman animation.
Six months ago, I was trying to find some free or unsecured Wifi in New York when I came across a network called WuTangLAN. I like to think I was outside The RZA's house, but I probably wasn't.
There are some excellent lame claims to fame here. Funny stuff.
Another one from me...
A few years ago, I was waiting in my car outside an accountancy firm where a friend of mine worked, having agreed to pick him up while his car was having some repair work done. Contently reading a copy of The Beano, I was suddenly disturbed by the roar of a large, black 4x4 which pulled up alongside me. Four suited legal types got out, followed by none other than a famous British comedian known for his hamster-eating antics, whose first name is the same as the deceased, former lead singer of Queen and whose surname could be described as a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large incandescent body like the sun. I'd clocked him in my peripheral vision and saw that he was making the suits wait in the hope that I'd turn to spot him and be starstruck.
So I made him wait. And wait. And wait. Eventually, I turned my head to face him, and he pulled an odd expression as if to say "Yes, it's me, _______ _____ off the telly!" Knowing full well who he was, I pretended not to recognise him, gave him a sneer and turned back to read my comic. Using my peripheral vision again, I saw his ego deflate in front of the suits, some of who were smirking behind his back.
Shortly after, my friend arrived and said he was glad to be out of the office. Apparently, the well-known comedian was there to secretly pay off a very young woman to avoid her telling the papers about something very unsettling he'd done to her, allegedly. My friend said his mood was made worse because one of his "fans" saw him in the carpark and didn't ask for his autograph!
In September 2000 Big Brothers "Nasty" Nick Bateman(?) was hiding out in the hotel where we got married - He was in disguise with a big beard and minders and he signed our book of condolence (that's what it's called isnt it?)....
I once received a phone call from a politician, who was angry at being told he couldn't legally do what he wanted to do. He told me that "the law is wrong". He wasn't happy when I told him I didn't write it.
Also, I once stood behind Effie from Take the High Road in a post office queue, and Daniel Bedingfield blocked my view at a concert.
Quote from: Bagley on 12 April, 2015, 06:12:53 PM
There are some excellent lame claims to fame here. Funny stuff.
Another one from me...
A few years ago, I was waiting in my car outside an accountancy firm where a friend of mine worked, having agreed to pick him up while his car was having some repair work done. Contently reading a copy of The Beano, I was suddenly disturbed by the roar of a large, black 4x4 which pulled up alongside me. Four suited legal types got out, followed by none other than a famous British comedian known for his hamster-eating antics, whose first name is the same as the deceased, former lead singer of Queen and whose surname could be described as a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large incandescent body like the sun. I'd clocked him in my peripheral vision and saw that he was making the suits wait in the hope that I'd turn to spot him and be starstruck.
So I made him wait. And wait. And wait. Eventually, I turned my head to face him, and he pulled an odd expression as if to say "Yes, it's me, _______ _____ off the telly!" Knowing full well who he was, I pretended not to recognise him, gave him a sneer and turned back to read my comic. Using my peripheral vision again, I saw his ego deflate in front of the suits, some of who were smirking behind his back.
Shortly after, my friend arrived and said he was glad to be out of the office. Apparently, the well-known comedian was there to secretly pay off a very young woman to avoid her telling the papers about something very unsettling he'd done to her, allegedly. My friend said his mood was made worse because one of his "fans" saw him in the carpark and didn't ask for his autograph!
Excellent work!
Quote from: Richmond Clements on 13 April, 2015, 12:20:04 PM
Quote from: Bagley on 12 April, 2015, 06:12:53 PM
There are some excellent lame claims to fame here. Funny stuff.
Another one from me...
A few years ago, I was waiting in my car outside an accountancy firm where a friend of mine worked, having agreed to pick him up while his car was having some repair work done. Contently reading a copy of The Beano, I was suddenly disturbed by the roar of a large, black 4x4 which pulled up alongside me. Four suited legal types got out, followed by none other than a famous British comedian known for his hamster-eating antics, whose first name is the same as the deceased, former lead singer of Queen and whose surname could be described as a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large incandescent body like the sun. I'd clocked him in my peripheral vision and saw that he was making the suits wait in the hope that I'd turn to spot him and be starstruck.
So I made him wait. And wait. And wait. Eventually, I turned my head to face him, and he pulled an odd expression as if to say "Yes, it's me, _______ _____ off the telly!" Knowing full well who he was, I pretended not to recognise him, gave him a sneer and turned back to read my comic. Using my peripheral vision again, I saw his ego deflate in front of the suits, some of who were smirking behind his back.
Shortly after, my friend arrived and said he was glad to be out of the office. Apparently, the well-known comedian was there to secretly pay off a very young woman to avoid her telling the papers about something very unsettling he'd done to her, allegedly. My friend said his mood was made worse because one of his "fans" saw him in the carpark and didn't ask for his autograph!
Excellent work!
Swine! Just posting my admiration of this and get pipped >:(
That tale is worth the thread on its own.
Minor aside: is bumping into a celeb in Real Life really a claim to 'fame' ? I blame Celebrity Culture.
The bloke that played Bishop Brennan on Father Ted? My dad used to work for his dad.
I was told my singing was shit (very true) by Cary and David Grant. Plus, after meeting Lorraine Kelly she is my most favourite celeb in all the world.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4qAF00T7F0
I'm the guy in the brown stripy shirt.
As a young innocent 16 year old I earned a few extra bob by waitering up my local Hilton hotel. One of the perks of the job was free use of the leisure facilities. Me and my waiter friend were enjoying the use of the steam room one Saturday morning, when who should walk in but Vicky Michelle of Allo Allo fame, obviously this is 25 years ago so she was rather a splendid looking lady then.
We ended up like the nervous school boys we were in the presence of this fine lady, too nervous to utter a word, only to stare in admiration, but all I can say is those memories lasted a long, long time!! ;) :D (Well until I got married anyway!!)
Not mine but my dad's: he roadied for the Pistols for a little while, then the Vibrators (I think that's the right order), and also Motörhead sporadically. He knew the Pretenders, and keeps in touch with David Vincent of Morbid Angel (no idea how that connection came about in the first place) and the UK Subs.
He also claims to have gone out with Debbie Harry for a few weeks in the early eighties, which makes me seethe with envy every time I watch Videodrome.
Quote from: amines2058 on 18 June, 2015, 08:57:08 AM
As a young innocent 16 year old I earned a few extra bob by waitering up my local Hilton hotel. One of the perks of the job was free use of the leisure facilities. Me and my waiter friend were enjoying the use of the steam room one Saturday morning, when who should walk in but Vicky Michelle of Allo Allo fame, obviously this is 25 years ago so she was rather a splendid looking lady then.
We ended up like the nervous school boys we were in the presence of this fine lady, too nervous to utter a word, only to stare in admiration, but all I can say is those memories lasted a long, long time!! ;) :D (Well until I got married anyway!!)
saw her in York a few years ago...she still got it!
Kids, don't ever phone a national radio station if you've had a sleep-deprived two weeks. Oh sure, you might win some crappy X-FILES video or a trip to Hollywood but, FUCK ME. The enmity you'll receive for being the least fun contestant EVER (TWICE!) will haunt you for the rest of your days.
My advice? Steal Martin Freeman's record collection, instead.
I lived in London for a year back in 96 and had really expected to bump into celebs all the time in the city centre. Closest I got? A drunk Wayne Sleep smiled at me in a deserted street.
Met Mark knopfler in Dublin and in my silly (drunk) excitement I both hugged and kissed him.
Had a pint with Donal Lunny.
The Culloden is a swanky hotel just outside belfast and my whole family went there for a meal for my mums birthday about 10 years ago. The whole of Travis were staying there that night after their belfast gig and I got asked where the toilets were by the bass player.
And I had a wee beside someone called Dan Donovan, who I think was a Christian Rock singer.
My brothers best mate in school ended up being the sound engineer on a Corrs album. Poor guy.
Dave
Quote from: Eric Plumrose
My advice? Steal Martin Freeman's record collection, instead.
His brother Tim would surely have a better collection.
I once had a drawing of a futuristic traffic jam shown on Rainbow and won a badge, which is where it all started to go wrong, really.
I sat opposite David Mitchell's Dad's neighbour at dinner last week.
I once did Annette Crosbie's tax accounts.
My friend went to school with Dizzee Rascal, for a year until he got expelled.
I once went on a date with someone who claimed to be Michael Caroll's niece.
I play football with a lad who is mates with Gerard Butler. He still keeps in contact with him via text (just 3 months later).
I was in the pub on Friday with a bloke who is good friends with Kevin Bridges.
I used to see Gerard Kelly in the local chippy every panto season but not since he died.
Quote from: Satanist on 30 June, 2015, 01:14:06 PM
I used to see Gerard Kelly in the local chippy every panto season but not since he died.
Arf!
Paul Young from off of fishing show Hooked on Scotland used to be a frequent sighting in the Philadelphia chippy on Great Western Road. No doubt telling his wife that he'd just stopped off and asked the boy to batter them up for him and only paid for the chips.
Quote from: Famous Mortimer on 07 April, 2015, 04:21:05 PM
One of my housemates sold 90s indie chancers Dodgy some weed, circa 1996/7.
All about the weed those lads.
They played the Students Union in Freshers Week one year and the mangy looking singer spent a good bit of time trying to chat up my (frankly, very attractive) hippychick flatmate while his mate tried to tap me and her boyfriend up for some dope. Pair of tossers.
The same girl provided an even lamer claim to fame when we had to endure Ed Byrne mooching around the house after her for a bit. At that point, he was just the Student Union social convenor or something. Although he did get his big tv break on Blind Date around that time.
I'm in a shot of the crowd on the inside LP sleeve of the Rezillos live LP, my brother is name check on their original album.
Paul Weller said 'ear a lot about you' when I met him the once.
Quote from: Skullmo on 30 June, 2015, 12:12:09 PM
I once went on a date with someone who claimed to be Michael Caroll's niece.
which one - Dredd writer and all-round nice chap or lottery winner and uber-chav?
Quote from: Dandontdare on 30 June, 2015, 03:18:40 PM
Quote from: Skullmo on 30 June, 2015, 12:12:09 PM
I once went on a date with someone who claimed to be Michael Caroll's niece.
which one - Dredd writer and all-round nice chap or lottery winner and uber-chav?
I always thought they were the same guy.
I once had my dole money stopped by Alan Grant's cousin.
The "Dale Winton Underhang" - that was my idea, that was.
Quote from: Banners on 30 June, 2015, 09:30:22 AM
Quote from: Eric Plumrose
My advice? Steal Martin Freeman's record collection, instead.
His brother Tim would surely have a better collection.
Canters didn't have a radio show at the time.
That's my shield, by the way. In GLADIATOR. Perfect in rehearsal, raised late in the final* film.
* I say "final", but I presume there's also 'Director's Cut'. And probably a final 'Final' cut.
I once went to see that Northern Irish band Ash in Dublin, and had a pint in the venue bar afterwards with a few people I knew and a few i didn't. I asked the bloke sitting beside me if he'd enjoyed it and he said yes, because he was the bassist (or possibly drummer, I can't remember). Now there's a lame claim to fame if ever there was one.
Also, a friend of mine is now a household name as a correspondent on the national Irish news. I once watched him snort coke and take acid backstage with Alabama 3 (one of whom seemed to take a large interest in me - I don't swing that way despite looking like I do). Also, my friend's brother and I drunkenly stole food from their catering room.
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 08 July, 2015, 10:09:37 AM
Also, my friend's brother and I drunkenly stole food from their catering room.
You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down ♫