I work for London Underground and shortly after North Greenwich opened in 1999, I was in the ticket office when Tony Blair turned up after visiting the then, Millenium Dome. He came over and bought his ticket from me and we had a very brief chat about the dome. He thought it was brilliant.........
Also, still on the tube, I met Tom Baker. He spoke to me like a sack of sh*t because the Bakerloo Line was down and he couldn't get to Piccadilly Circus!
That's probably because he thought Bakerloo indicated it was his own personal toilet....
I work for London Underground and shortly after North Greenwich opened in 1999, I was in the ticket office when Tony Blair turned up after visiting the then, Millenium Dome. He came over and bought his ticket from me and we had a very brief chat about the dome. He thought it was brilliant.........
Also, still on the tube, I met Tom Baker. He spoke to me like a sack of sh*t because the Bakerloo Line was down and he couldn't get to Piccadilly Circus!
I'm shit with remembering names and most of the time I don't recognise 'famous' people. I don't watch soaps or reality shows (and statistically, very few people do) so meeting any of those people tends to pass me by. I tend to watch films and box sets so those actors are either a lot older now or in the case of the latter, obscure and unknown mostly in the UK (or at least they are to me). I wouldn't recognise most of the Charlton teams for the last ten years let alone any other teams players. England players ? I'd never heard of most of them before Woy picked them. 'Famous' people ? Who the fuck are they ?
I've seen many famous people down the years, but never spoken to any of them. Having a piss in the next urinal to Lord Sugar (he was plain Alan Sugar in those days) is as close as I've got!
I remember seeing Tom Baker in a small village in Kent a few years ago, he was wearing a white suit, with a large hat. As he went pass me, someone recognised him and called out to him, and he muttered to his female companion, "why will people not leave me alone to shop quietly". Stop wearing that outfit you clown and you will not stick out like a sore thumb
I remember seeing Tom Baker in a small village in Kent a few years ago, he was wearing a white suit, with a large hat. As he went pass me, someone recognised him and called out to him, and he muttered to his female companion, "why will people not leave me alone to shop quietly". Stop wearing that outfit you clown and you will not stick out like a sore thumb
I'm shit with remembering names and most of the time I don't recognise 'famous' people. I don't watch soaps or reality shows (and statistically, very few people do) so meeting any of those people tends to pass me by. I tend to watch films and box sets so those actors are either a lot older now or in the case of the latter, obscure and unknown mostly in the UK (or at least they are to me). I wouldn't recognise most of the Charlton teams for the last ten years let alone any other teams players. England players ? I'd never heard of most of them before Woy picked them. 'Famous' people ? Who the fuck are they ?
I remember seeing Tom Baker in a small village in Kent a few years ago, he was wearing a white suit, with a large hat. As he went pass me, someone recognised him and called out to him, and he muttered to his female companion, "why will people not leave me alone to shop quietly". Stop wearing that outfit you clown and you will not stick out like a sore thumb
And leave the camp, metal dog at home.
He should come back earlier when that persons not around
Stood behind Brian Cole at The Broadway Cafe in Catford this morning. He ordered an egg sandwich, don't think he had any sauce with it. I ordered a cappuccino with two sugars, paid for it and then went to get my train.
I refused to speak to him, due to his recent admission into the Axis of Evil Incompetence. He didn't speak to me either, presumably because he was either terrified of me or just had no idea who I was.
I remember seeing Tom Baker in a small village in Kent a few years ago, he was wearing a white suit, with a large hat. As he went pass me, someone recognised him and called out to him, and he muttered to his female companion, "why will people not leave me alone to shop quietly". Stop wearing that outfit you clown and you will not stick out like a sore thumb
He does, or did, live around Lenham. He's hardly bloody quiet himself. When I saw him down there he said 'Good morning' to somebody six feet away, so loudly that all the people in the street turned round. To have the front to complain is a bit rich. Bloody thespians.
Stood behind Brian Cole at The Broadway Cafe in Catford this morning. He ordered an egg sandwich, don't think he had any sauce with it. I ordered a cappuccino with two sugars, paid for it and then went to get my train.
I refused to speak to him, due to his recent admission into the Axis of Evil Incompetence. He didn't speak to me either, presumably because he was either terrified of me or just had no idea who I was.
Forgot about this thread. I mentioned Joseph Heller (in case you're wondering - author of Catch 22) on page one, but there are a few from my days in bookselling - here are some and my opinions of them. (Disclaimer: these are my opinions only - just my view based on the behaviour and attitude demonstrated by the authors/celebrities in question, it's nothing to do with Charlton Life )
Joseph Heller - charming, modest, humourous, lovely man.
Bill Bryson - also really pleasant and funny.
Jeffrey Archer - Obnoxious, ignorant, arrogant cunt. Strode in the shop and turned to my mate, the floor manager, and said "You: why isn't my book on the number one position on the shelf?" My mate responded: "Cos it's not number one mate. It's number 5." Cue incredible, shouty, screamy hissy fit demanding we move his book while his rep from his publisher stood behind him mouthing "sorry". My mate stood her ground and told him he could write to Tim Waterstone if he didn't like it. The prick stormed out. Probably to go and commit fraud somewhere. As he left, my mate went "See ya Jeff!" The little turd nearly turned to start again, but his publisher stopped him. We all stood grinning at him as he stomped off.
Mick Jagger - billy big balls. Got told off by the legendary store manager at the old Dillons in Oxford Street after he'd got a bit precious. Jagger had uttered the words "Do you know who I am?" only to be met with the immortal words "I don't give a fuck who you are, you don't talk to my staff like that." He shut up and behaved, to be fair.
Stephen King and Ken Follett - polite, nice enough. I was also trollied, so I couldn't have blamed them if they'd told me to sod off. They'd been playing in their band to an audience of super-polite publishing staff plus me and two mates who got arseholed and were the only ones dancing.
Tom Courtney - pissed up bore.
Edwina Currie and Charles Kennedy - Currie was alright but I think because she was plugging the book. Kennedy was hilarious. Pissed, but great fun.
Terry Pratchett - was a bit stand offish and rude. Disappointed really. Hope it was just a bad day.
Loads of others, but these are the ones that really spring to mind.
Just met Cobie Smulders. Very nice young lady, makes good conversation, quite witty.
About to meet Lee Child. Seems a nice chap.
A few months back I met the Suicide Squad. Of them, Jai Courtney was loads of fun - "I keep making shitty fucking action movies!" And Will Smith was the most charming man alive. Jaded Leto was the opposite.
In the last few months. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen, Bobby Ball and Rixton. I know it's a disappointing list but please take into consideration that I live up north.
Micky Pearce from OF&H, Patrick Murray, he lived on the ferrier for a while in the early 90's, drank with him once in Greenwich market pub whose name escapes me.
Allan Simonsen when I worked as a weekend porter at The Black Prince in about 1982. He seemed very quiet and polite, especially as I didn't see him behind me at the reception desk and nearly trod on his foot as I stepped back. He was very small.
Ted Heath and James Callaghan at the same place (not at the same time), having meetings when I brought in the tea and biscuits. They both looked bored rigid.
Just met Cobie Smulders. Very nice young lady, makes good conversation, quite witty.
About to meet Lee Child. Seems a nice chap.
A few months back I met the Suicide Squad. Of them, Jai Courtney was loads of fun - "I keep making shitty fucking action movies!" And Will Smith was the most charming man alive. Jaded Leto was the opposite.
After the Fleetwood match, I visited the pub where Syd Little and his wife run the restaurant. Syd does the front of house activities and was a very pleasant man. I think some other Charlton fans had been there as well
The player that was at QPR that always got in trouble, played against us when Jacko got the late winner.....he walked into me in a bar in our hotel we was staying in Jamaica and didnt say sorry, just did a hand gesture, ended up playing against him in a 7 a side football match arranged by the hotel, he was shit, really shit
I've had lunch with Alan Rickman, Gemma Arterton, Steve McFadden, Neil Morrissey, Richard Wilson and June Whitfield (not at the same time, that would be 'weird as in unique').
Also with Alex Kingston although we didn't eat she just sat on my lap which cost me £50!
I've had lunch with Alan Rickman, Gemma Arterton, Steve McFadden, Neil Morrissey, Richard Wilson and June Whitfield (not at the same time, that would be 'weird as in unique').
Also with Alex Kingston although we didn't eat she just sat on my lap which cost me £50!
I've had lunch with Alan Rickman, Gemma Arterton, Steve McFadden, Neil Morrissey, Richard Wilson and June Whitfield (not at the same time, that would be 'weird as in unique').
Also with Alex Kingston although we didn't eat she just sat on my lap which cost me £50!
Gemma Arterton?? How was that???
I used to host a table each year at the RADA business lunch, as I helped with the arrangements and table layout and what ex RADA student sat on each table I guess I pulled rank! Really down to earth, as they all were to be fair other than Neil Morrisey who just got totally bladdered and man handled any woman under 30 who was within 5ft of him. McFadden is actually quite shy (and posh!).
Forgot another, one of the McGann brothers, Paul (Dr Who) now he's proper height challenged! Also Richard Attenborough.
Micky Pearce from OF&H, Patrick Murray, he lived on the ferrier for a while in the early 90's, drank with him once in Greenwich market pub whose name escapes me.
Micky used to go into the Admiral Hardy,Greenwich market, had a few drinks with him, last i heard he was in Thailand.
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I refused to speak to him, due to his recent admission into the Axis of
EvilIncompetence. He didn't speak to me either, presumably because he was either terrified of me or just had no idea who I was.Exciting morning.
I mentioned Joseph Heller (in case you're wondering - author of Catch 22) on page one, but there are a few from my days in bookselling - here are some and my opinions of them. (Disclaimer: these are my opinions only - just my view based on the behaviour and attitude demonstrated by the authors/celebrities in question, it's nothing to do with Charlton Life
Joseph Heller - charming, modest, humourous, lovely man.
Bill Bryson - also really pleasant and funny.
Jeffrey Archer - Obnoxious, ignorant, arrogant cunt. Strode in the shop and turned to my mate, the floor manager, and said "You: why isn't my book on the number one position on the shelf?" My mate responded: "Cos it's not number one mate. It's number 5." Cue incredible, shouty, screamy hissy fit demanding we move his book while his rep from his publisher stood behind him mouthing "sorry". My mate stood her ground and told him he could write to Tim Waterstone if he didn't like it. The prick stormed out. Probably to go and commit fraud somewhere. As he left, my mate went "See ya Jeff!" The little turd nearly turned to start again, but his publisher stopped him. We all stood grinning at him as he stomped off.
Mick Jagger - billy big balls. Got told off by the legendary store manager at the old Dillons in Oxford Street after he'd got a bit precious. Jagger had uttered the words "Do you know who I am?" only to be met with the immortal words "I don't give a fuck who you are, you don't talk to my staff like that." He shut up and behaved, to be fair.
Stephen King and Ken Follett - polite, nice enough. I was also trollied, so I couldn't have blamed them if they'd told me to sod off. They'd been playing in their band to an audience of super-polite publishing staff plus me and two mates who got arseholed and were the only ones dancing.
Tom Courtney - pissed up bore.
Edwina Currie and Charles Kennedy - Currie was alright but I think because she was plugging the book. Kennedy was hilarious. Pissed, but great fun.
Terry Pratchett - was a bit stand offish and rude. Disappointed really. Hope it was just a bad day.
Loads of others, but these are the ones that really spring to mind.
Ahh! The glamourous life of a bookseller!
About to meet Lee Child. Seems a nice chap.
A few months back I met the Suicide Squad. Of them, Jai Courtney was loads of fun - "I keep making shitty fucking action movies!" And Will Smith was the most charming man alive. Jaded Leto was the opposite.
Here's the video of Will Smith from that day!
He was very small.
Ted Heath and James Callaghan at the same place (not at the same time), having meetings when I brought in the tea and biscuits. They both looked bored rigid.
Also with Alex Kingston although we didn't eat she just sat on my lap which cost me £50!
Forgot another, one of the McGann brothers, Paul (Dr Who) now he's proper height challenged! Also Richard Attenborough.