I'm bored so I thought I'd share a couple of things. 1) Was at Manchester Piccadilly a few years back (can't remember why) and was walking around a blind corner. Just as I turned round the corner, probably too fast for a turn that tight - possibly 3 to 4 mph - I bumped into something as I turned left. I looked down and it was very disgruntled and shocked Peter Beardsley. We both sort of jumped back and looked at each other for what seemed like an hour. Instead of apologising or offering up any sort of normal thing to say, I said "Oh! It's Peter Beardsley!" and he walked past me. He must have thought I was one of those train-mentals you get, the ones that start showing you their collection of badges or telling you the length of time it will take to get through a tunnel and so on. 2) Another time I was sat next to to Tore Andre Flo (sp?) on a train from London to Edinburgh. We never spoke the entire time and I always regretted it. 3) I was in Cross Keys in Beverley when I was about 18/19 and saw Jason Price in there playing pool with someone. I was wrecked to the point of staggering around and I walked up to him and talked about how much 'respect' I had for him and trying to shake his hand. I had to spend the next month with my family and friends constantly shaking my hands and saying they respected me. Anyone else got any thing like this?
I met Peter Beardsley in the West End many years ago, along with Frank Bruno, they both signed autographs for my lad, who was young at the time and thought I was winding him up about Beardsley being an England player.
that's harsh considering the real dross we've had in the England team. Especially some of the crap that Sven called up. Think me nan got a cap.
Greavesy, may I take this opportunity to tell you how much I respect you as a contributor to the board, as a City fan, and more importantly as a human being
Was being taken to our table in Medici's a few years back, Barmby was leant over Brownies table chatting to him, he got up and turned around, bumping into my misses. She quickly came out with "Watch where you're going, idiot". I couldn't neck my pint fast enough
I'll have a go... Leslie Ash(before her face exploded) - Crazy Larry's on the Kings Road(she thought I was Julian Temple and asked if she could be in my next film). Lisa Rogers - In my office(came in with Ralf Little). Michelle Yeoh - In a lift in the Hong Kong Hotel(she's stunning). Charlize Theron - The Italian Job premier, after show party(my missus nicked her seat and drank all her champagne, but she didn't seem to mind). Leah King - Four Seasons Hotel Cyprus(in the pool). Kym Lomas(née Marsh) - Store opening party, Beverley.
My mam and dad met all the City players in Manchester airport this summer before the players went to Portugal. I don't think what Elmo wanted at 5 in the morning was my dad walking towards him, doing the Elmo dance, shouting "Give us a dance Elmo" and Meyler said "what is that you're doing there, it was nothing even like that it was like this" And did it back to him
I met Jimmy Carr in York last week, he's a really good bloke and he's nothing like you'd imagine. He was willing to chat to me for about 20 mins, then he signed autographs for those who wanted them. Good lad. I've met Roy Keane on a plane to America just after he'd signed for Celtic; my brother (4) wanted his autograph so I took him over. I can't put into words what Roy's face looked like when a beaming 4 year old hands him a Manchester United football cap. I just tried not to laugh. I get drunk with Gareth Tudor-Price some Friday nights. Through him I met Abi Titmus, which was nice. And for those comedy fans, I met Edgar Wright at the London Screenwriters fesitval a few years back.
Pete Townsend at Leicester Square tube; he was on the up escalator and I was descending. The look he gave me when he clocked I'd made him - thank Christ the escalators are miles apart at that station!!!! Ken Livingstone on a King's Cross - Donny train (he got off at Grantham - told his mum lived in Gainsborough?). Dr. John at Spring Street Theatre (I 'interviewed' him for Blunderside). Stephen Fry at the next check-out in my local supermarket. Joe Strummer, with my mate Johnny Green, at UEA after a Mescaleros gig (not long before Joe died).
Who's Gareth Tudor-Price? Who is he? Dennis Waterman, ASK restaurant in Hull. Impressive? I'd say so.
My old man accidentally head butted either Walter smith or Joe royle in their Everton management days. It was in a bar in knutsford and I'd had a few so can't remember which one it was
Tudor-Price is the bloke from Hull Truck. Dennis is quite impressive, but you'd need Waterman and Thaw together to really impress.
Thinking about it, it was definitely Walter Smith. Oh, and I've bumped into Barry McGuigan at Gatwick airport. His golf bag was bigger than him. And Carmine, I've had lunch with both (not just one, but both) Cheeky Girls. Erm, and their mother. Rough as badgers the 3 of em. Check mate sunshine
Mr Bronson (from Grange Hill, not the other pretenders) in a bar at a gaming convention. Top bloke, funny stories from Grange Hill and Star Wars, and he bought us a round of drinks.
My old fella told the Bee Gees not to give up their day job as they were ****e, in a NAAFI at Faldingworth, just before they released Saturday Night Fever.
