A few very varied people from sports and entertainment. Pele,Bobby Moore, Denis Law, Bobby Charlton, George Best, Allan Simonsen, Davy Jones(Monkees) Bernard Manning, Frank Carson, Jimmy Jones, Mike Reid, Kenny Ball,Colin Blunstone, Rod Argent, Thin Lizzy, Wishbone Ash, Julio Iglesias,Joe Strummer.Oh nearly forgot Derek Hales!
That's a good list, Mike Reid and Bernard Manning what were they like?
I served Anthony Costa once when I worked at Wickes - his Mrs is a right sort. They bought some chain link wiring because their dog kept getting out of the garden. Served Kush from Eastenders a couple of times but I didn't know at the time until a couple of the older ladies came running up to me afterwards like a bunch of teenage girls asking what he was like - I was baffled and still am to be honest.
Oh and I was the next bowling aisle over from Nick Berry once. He didn't get a strike.
Its probably not enough to start a new thread but i'd love to hear if anyone has met any lower tier famous people than me in a more mundane way? kind of a "bottom trumps" kind of deal!?
I was once in the adjacent bowling lane to some bloke from The Bill. He wasn't Reg Hollis, D.I. Burnside or PC Stamp. Just one of the young blokes on it in the mid 2000s when it was on its way out. How's that for mundane?
Imagine my delight at the Oval on Friday to find myself sat next to an actual legend from The Bill (and a thoroughly nice bloke too.) I'm the good looking chap in the foreground and clearly a magnet for old Bill characters.
Chatted to Charlie George last night. Asked him if he ever played at The Valley. He said only as an apprentice. He was amazed at the size of the ground compared to Arsenal.
I thought I might have commented on this on this thread before - but I had a search and seem not to have....
We were on holiday on Ko Samui and went to a restaurant to book a table but couldn't get one until the next day. On the way out a chap was eating on his own what looked like a really lovely dish so on the way past, I asked if it was any good and then what the dish was. When we got outside, Shrek was looking at me incredulously so I asked why. He asked who'd I'd just spoke to and I said a guy eating in the restaurant and he said because it is Dustin Hoffman! I didn't believe him as am sure I'd have noticed. We couldn't get close enough for me to check without looking (even more) odd - I sort of believed him, but wasn't convinced. Later I found out from the internet he has a place on Ko Samui......
I did have the same dish the next night and is was indeed delicious
I once bought a birthday card for my wife (now ex) with a picture of her favourite, Gazza, on. I sent it to Rangers and asked whether he would sign the card. It was duly signed and returned with a load of other goodies. When I gave it to her she wouldn't believe that he had signed it. She still doesn't. She stopped me talking to Martin Peters in Disneyland. "Don’t you dare. It's embarrassing". On topic I have spoken to Trevor Brooking, Keith Peacock, Colin Powell and Brian Kinsey.
I once bought a birthday card for my wife (now ex) with a picture of her favourite, Gazza, on. I sent it to Rangers and asked whether he would sign the card. It was duly signed and returned with a load of other goodies. When I gave it to her she wouldn't believe that he had signed it. She still doesn't. She stopped me talking to Martin Peters in Disneyland. "Don’t you dare. It's embarrassing". On topic I have spoken to Trevor Brooking, Keith Peacock, Colin Powell and Brian Kinsey.
Lol! I spoke to Trevor Brooking too and asked how his brother was as I had served on a committee with him a few years back. Same day I met Paul Elliott and had a really good chat about Charlton - been in touch with him a few times since
Many years ago i went to John Entwhistle”s 40th birthday bash. It was packed out with bunny girls circling with vino. I was with my line manager and her husband plus his secretary. We managed to find a table near the dance floor and eventually got up to dance. I was boogying with the secretary but then bumped into a women and started dancing with her. The secretary went off and sat down but i continued dancing with this women. I then went and sat down with my company and later a man came over to me asking to join this lady for a drink. I duly obliged and was served with Champagne. We chatted but she then realise I wasn’t in the music business. I went back to my company thinking I had pulled and when my company decided to leave I said i was staying on. Unfortunately I couldn’t find this lady again but I think she was Cyndi Lauper.
Tony Scanlon (the Bill) when he was dating Elizabeth Carling, loves himself while not only beautiful Miss Carling was polite and apologised for her idiot friend. Abigail daughter of Rumple of the Bailey actor who's surname escapes me, in my cabbing days asked my to stop on route to Kilburn to use a pay phone (ask your dad kids) then we diverted to collect her friend in steps Felicity Kendall (oh, my days) Paul Parker on the Football to Amsterdams cycle ride, nice fella told us a few stories from Man Utd/England days.
infamous Thomas Sandgaard- Failed Rock star - Failed Football club owner- Tiny, tiny man almost insignificant. Raelyn something - smiling chest- wannabe HR Henderson.- Puppet and expert at nodding in agreement at the correct times
Randomly saw Leicester City’s new manager in Sardinia and he was being interviewed by Sky Italy. Managed to speak to him briefly and asked if they can beat Millwall, he just laughed
I once bought a birthday card for my wife (now ex) with a picture of her favourite, Gazza, on. I sent it to Rangers and asked whether he would sign the card. It was duly signed and returned with a load of other goodies. When I gave it to her she wouldn't believe that he had signed it. She still doesn't. She stopped me talking to Martin Peters in Disneyland. "Don’t you dare. It's embarrassing". On topic I have spoken to Trevor Brooking, Keith Peacock, Colin Powell and Brian Kinsey.
Lol! I spoke to Trevor Brooking too and asked how his brother was as I had served on a committee with him a few years back. Same day I met Paul Elliott and had a really good chat about Charlton - been in touch with him a few times since
Just remembered I spoke briefly to Mourinho that day too - was lucky as he ignored all my colleagues!
My most recent unusual meeting was Lewis Capaldi last Saturday. I posted this elsewhere but it feels appropriate to repost on this thread
Just as the 1905 club was closing he came in with his mates trying to find the way out. He was extremely nice and cheerfully chatted to us and posed for selfies.
He called Charlton a proper club which should be back in the Premier League. He had a soft spot for the Addicks because Tony Watt played for us.
Tony Scanlon (the Bill) when he was dating Elizabeth Carling, loves himself while not only beautiful Miss Carling was polite and apologised for her idiot friend. Abigail daughter of Rumple of the Bailey actor who's surname escapes me, in my cabbing days asked my to stop on route to Kilburn to use a pay phone (ask your dad kids) then we diverted to collect her friend in steps Felicity Kendall (oh, my days) Paul Parker on the Football to Amsterdams cycle ride, nice fella told us a few stories from Man Utd/England days.
infamous Thomas Sandgaard- Failed Rock star - Failed Football club owner- Tiny, tiny man almost insignificant. Raelyn something - smiling chest- wannabe HR Henderson.- Puppet and expert at nodding in agreement at the correct times
Tony Scanlon (the Bill) when he was dating Elizabeth Carling, loves himself while not only beautiful Miss Carling was polite and apologised for her idiot friend. Abigail daughter of Rumple of the Bailey actor who's surname escapes me, in my cabbing days asked my to stop on route to Kilburn to use a pay phone (ask your dad kids) then we diverted to collect her friend in steps Felicity Kendall (oh, my days) Paul Parker on the Football to Amsterdams cycle ride, nice fella told us a few stories from Man Utd/England days.
infamous Thomas Sandgaard- Failed Rock star - Failed Football club owner- Tiny, tiny man almost insignificant. Raelyn something - smiling chest- wannabe HR Henderson.- Puppet and expert at nodding in agreement at the correct times
One day in the early '80s I got on the train home from work only to see Martin Gore sitting in the carriage. This was at the start of Depeche Mode's fame when they were big enough to be on tv every week, but were still making rail journeys between Basildon and London with the hoi polloi. Keen to impress, and hopeful that I might persuade him to listen to a tape of my band who were very much a poor rip-off of DM, I sat next to him and started chatting, but things didn't go to plan. For a start Drakey's Dad, a kindly bloke who was probably middle aged but looked much older to due to a Bobby Charlton haircut and a permanently worried look, was sat in the carriage and was as keen on talking to me as I was talking to my new friend, Martin. I then showed my ignorance by not realising that the Silicon Teens weren't a proper band, but Daniel Miller side project. Finally what I stupidly thought would be my showstopper, fell flat on it's face.
Me: I've got the same synth as you. Martin (pretending not to be bored): Oh yeah, what's that? Me: A Yamaha CS-5. Martin: But I don't have a CS-5. Me: Yes you do, it was in the video to [insert name of whatever video it was]. Martin: Oh, that's not mine. That'd just be some studio prop.
And that was that. I'd bored the poor bloke rigid, showed up my lack of knowledge and found out that I'd bought synth for no better reason than it was a 'studio prop'. Still, I can claim to have had an influence on the world of synth-pop, for shortly after our meeting two things happened: Depeche Mode moved to America and Martin Gore started travelling everywhere by limousine. I have never believed these facts to be unrelated.
Still at least I got to share a packet of Polos with my hero. All thanks to Drakey's Dad.
One day in the early '80s I got on the train home from work only to see Martin Gore sitting in the carriage. This was at the start of Depeche Mode's fame when they were big enough to be on tv every week, but were still making rail journeys between Basildon and London with the hoi polloi. Keen to impress, and hopeful that I might persuade him to listen to a tape of my band who were very much a poor rip-off of DM, I sat next to him and started chatting, but things didn't go to plan. For a start Drakey's Dad, a kindly bloke who was probably middle aged but looked much older to due to a Bobby Charlton haircut and a permanently worried look, was sat in the carriage and was as keen on talking to me as I was talking to my new friend, Martin. I then showed my ignorance by not realising that the Silicone Teens weren't a proper band, but Daniel Miller side project. Finally what I stupidly thought would be my showstopper, fell flat on it's face.
Me: I've got the same synth as you. Martin (pretending not to be bored): Oh yeah, what's that? Me: A Yamaha CS-5. Martin: But I don't have a CS-5. Me: Yes you do, it was in the video to [insert name of whatever video it was]. Martin: Oh, that's not mine. That'd just be some studio prop.
And that was that. I'd bored the poor bloke rigid, showed up my lack of knowledge and found out that I'd bought synth for no better reason than it was a 'studio prop'. Still, I can claim to have had an influence on the world of synth-pop, for shortly after our meeting two things happened: Depeche Mode moved to America and Martin Gore started travelling everywhere by limousine. I have never believe these facts to be unrelated.
Still at least I got to share a packet of Polos with my hero. All thanks to Drakey's Dad.
He used to work for Barclays before Depeche Mode took off.
During my clubbing days many moons ago, I briefly spoke to Mr C (The Shamen) at The End club (Holborn), complaining to him about his club (Chelsea) taking Scott Parker from us.
One day in the early '80s I got on the train home from work only to see Martin Gore sitting in the carriage. This was at the start of Depeche Mode's fame when they were big enough to be on tv every week, but were still making rail journeys between Basildon and London with the hoi polloi. Keen to impress, and hopeful that I might persuade him to listen to a tape of my band who were very much a poor rip-off of DM, I sat next to him and started chatting, but things didn't go to plan. For a start Drakey's Dad, a kindly bloke who was probably middle aged but looked much older to due to a Bobby Charlton haircut and a permanently worried look, was sat in the carriage and was as keen on talking to me as I was talking to my new friend, Martin. I then showed my ignorance by not realising that the Silicone Teens weren't a proper band, but Daniel Miller side project. Finally what I stupidly thought would be my showstopper, fell flat on it's face.
Me: I've got the same synth as you. Martin (pretending not to be bored): Oh yeah, what's that? Me: A Yamaha CS-5. Martin: But I don't have a CS-5. Me: Yes you do, it was in the video to [insert name of whatever video it was]. Martin: Oh, that's not mine. That'd just be some studio prop.
And that was that. I'd bored the poor bloke rigid, showed up my lack of knowledge and found out that I'd bought synth for no better reason than it was a 'studio prop'. Still, I can claim to have had an influence on the world of synth-pop, for shortly after our meeting two things happened: Depeche Mode moved to America and Martin Gore started travelling everywhere by limousine. I have never believe these facts to be unrelated.
Still at least I got to share a packet of Polos with my hero. All thanks to Drakey's Dad.
I Used to work in Fenchurch st back in the day , used to bump into them often at the station , my mate was very good friends with them and often went on tour , when said mate ended up in hospital Fletch went to visit him and we went for beers after . My Mate Terry is the one at the back with his mouth open
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We were on holiday on Ko Samui and went to a restaurant to book a table but couldn't get one until the next day. On the way out a chap was eating on his own what looked like a really lovely dish so on the way past, I asked if it was any good and then what the dish was. When we got outside, Shrek was looking at me incredulously so I asked why. He asked who'd I'd just spoke to and I said a guy eating in the restaurant and he said because it is Dustin Hoffman! I didn't believe him as am sure I'd have noticed. We couldn't get close enough for me to check without looking (even more) odd - I sort of believed him, but wasn't convinced. Later I found out from the internet he has a place on Ko Samui......
I did have the same dish the next night and is was indeed delicious
When I gave it to her she wouldn't believe that he had signed it. She still doesn't.
She stopped me talking to Martin Peters in Disneyland. "Don’t you dare. It's embarrassing".
On topic I have spoken to Trevor Brooking, Keith Peacock, Colin Powell and Brian Kinsey.
Tony Scanlon (the Bill) when he was dating Elizabeth Carling, loves himself while not only beautiful Miss Carling was polite and apologised for her idiot friend.
Abigail daughter of Rumple of the Bailey actor who's surname escapes me, in my cabbing days asked my to stop on route to Kilburn to use a pay phone (ask your dad kids) then we diverted to collect her friend in steps Felicity Kendall (oh, my days)
Paul Parker on the Football to Amsterdams cycle ride, nice fella told us a few stories from Man Utd/England days.
infamous
Thomas Sandgaard- Failed Rock star - Failed Football club owner- Tiny, tiny man almost insignificant.
Raelyn something - smiling chest- wannabe HR
Henderson.- Puppet and expert at nodding in agreement at the correct times
Just as the 1905 club was closing he came in with his mates trying to find the way out. He was extremely nice and cheerfully chatted to us and posed for selfies.
He called Charlton a proper club which should be back in the Premier League. He had a soft spot for the Addicks because Tony Watt played for us.
ask him for a quick photo, to which he replied ‘why?’
a bit bizarre really
Me: I've got the same synth as you.
Martin (pretending not to be bored): Oh yeah, what's that?
Me: A Yamaha CS-5.
Martin: But I don't have a CS-5.
Me: Yes you do, it was in the video to [insert name of whatever video it was].
Martin: Oh, that's not mine. That'd just be some studio prop.
And that was that. I'd bored the poor bloke rigid, showed up my lack of knowledge and found out that I'd bought synth for no better reason than it was a 'studio prop'. Still, I can claim to have had an influence on the world of synth-pop, for shortly after our meeting two things happened: Depeche Mode moved to America and Martin Gore started travelling everywhere by limousine. I have never believed these facts to be unrelated.
Still at least I got to share a packet of Polos with my hero. All thanks to Drakey's Dad.
During my clubbing days many moons ago, I briefly spoke to Mr C (The Shamen) at The End club (Holborn), complaining to him about his club (Chelsea) taking Scott Parker from us.
My Mate Terry is the one at the back with his mouth open