Some bloke my wife works with went on a date with Colin Jackson before he recently 'came out' (like he's not quite obviously gay) and had to agree that he wouldn't tell anyone before they went home together. Obviously went to work the next day and told everyone. I went to school with David Cotterill (formerly of Wigan, Swansea, Birmingham, Wales etc). Decent enough guy. Then when I changed school in 6th form there was a young chap you may have heard of called Gareth Bale a year or 2 below me. He was at Southampton at the time and was already on the radar of the big clubs at age 15/16.
Was walking through Heathrow customs after a flight back from New York (sounds casually hip I know but it was my one and only visit there, ever!) and this white haired bloke in front of me started singing Land of Hope and Glory, loudly. He turns round, grins and winks at me. It was the mighty Richard Harris!
I've also taken a piss between Ryan Giggs and Paul Ince in Athenaeum in Manchester but Richard Harris pisses on them, hands down. And yes, I did squeeze the piss out. Somehow!
Was hugged at midnight by a worse for wear Lee Sharpe in Discotheque Royale Manchester one new years eve. He looked like he was on E to me!
He used to drink in our work local, The Coal Hole on The Strand, as he lived next door in The Savoy. Watched England v Argentina in 2002 World Cup “with” him.
I’ve been to Number 10 (and 11) and met Tony and Gordon. Tony was very sweaty. Nothing to do with me.
Was queuing up in a chippy in Hampstead once, when my mate drunkenly indicated the bloke standing in front of us at the counter and said, "that looks like Sting, only shorter". Said pop icon, then still the lead singer of the Police, looked a bit miffed, causing my mate to add "sorry pal, you look bigger on the telly".
