Thought this was a cracker for Londoners... http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-33009682 One of mine is that I used to deliver Chris Chilton's Sunday papers when he lived off North Road and he always gave me a tip, money that is.
One of mine would be that I beat Adrian Moorehouse (Olympic Swimmer) when I swam for Hull and he swan for Leeds
My three greatest moments of this variety are all train related and will take some beating. Spoke to Simon Weston on a train, great bloke. Saw Pauline Collins at Doncaster Station, she looked sad. Saw Nanette Newman at Kings Cross, she looked snooty. The end.
I also met Ricky Gervais in Bloomingdales in NYC at Christmas but he doesn't make my top 3. For obvious reasons.
I also met Paul Ritter from Friday night dinner in France last week but I doubt anyone has ever heard of him.
Never had you down as an Anorak Carmine!! I've gone a bit blank on this one will have to think about it
I'm not doing football related ones because I know loads and loads and some are even internationals and I' d be here all week and everyone would think I'm showing off when I'm not. My mate in the Army was cousins with one of EMF. I met him once, he was ugly one that looked like the Plug from TBSK.
Did you go via Doncaster? Was Pauline still there, looking sad? I hope she wasn't, it would upset me if she was.
Looked in the mirror today and thought ...... 'yeah not bad for a 75 year old' ............ then I realised I'm only 65
Malandra Burrows at a nightclub in Scarborough. The bouncers had to pull her off me the dirty cow. I think it was that way round.
Regarding a different type of Coke I wrote to Pepsi suggesting they produce pepsi cola with a hint of lemon. They wrote back saying that they didn't think there was a market for it but thanked me anyhow. Five years later they launch pepsi twist world wide. Unfortunately I didn't keep the letter. If I had I might have been able to get some royalties out of them. I've donated 250 pints of Plasma which earned me an audience with the Lord Mayor. I;ve seen "Def Leppard" at Withernsea Pavillion (late 70's when they had just formed)
Oliver Reed threatened to kick my head in. I was chatting up his bird. Mind, he was ignoring her. And she was more my age than his.