Just returned from Florida , for a few days was staying at Arnold Palmers hotel , he was actually there himself and then following day on putting green met Ian Poulter .
Henry Fonda once pushed me out of the way in Brewer Street in London. I wished him dead, that'll teach him.
I once passed Charlie Watts on his way out of a bog in Austria. To think my piss has mingled with a Rolling Stones'. I saw Pete Doherty once loitering outside a dodgy looking boozer. And I saw that piss flap, Peter Duncan, on the tube. He didn't look like he was up for any dares though.
Going to Walthamstow greyhound stadium resulted in three encounters Drinking with Jim Austin of the Racing Post & Daily Star A charity night where John McCririck (of all people) mocked a friend for being fat A protest against the closing of the track where Teddy Sheringham showed up for the publicity then ****ed off like the **** he is.
Met Billy McNeil when I worked in a bar during student days. He'd pished himself and was rather dishevelled and confused. Funny thing was he was sober
I once spoke to a fit bird on a train one , she may be famous, but then again she may not be. What do I win?
