I had a chat with matt groening at a music festival. lovely bloke. I can confirm his surname is pronounced 'graining', not 'groaning', because I asked him Joanna newsom also stumbled into me, absolutely ar$eholed, at the same festival. wasn't much of a conversation, but she was very apologetic and offered to buy me another drink, as the one I had in my hand ended up all over me. her mate swiftly whisked her away though, and I've been deeply in love with her ever since. and Stewart lee pi$$ed on my shoes in a urinal. I told him I was going to report the incident on twitter.
I’ve somehow got an image of this mixed up with Stewart Lee bumping into you etc and can’t shift it......
Noel Fielding - shared his Pick n Mix with me Michael Van Gerwin - nice bloke gave my son his match darts Paddy Guinness - Nice guy The Wieldstone Raider - pissed up (both of us) Bobby ball - nice guy paid for our meal at a restaurant Fenners (soccer Am) - really good guy
Sat in front of about a dozen of the 80's Liverpool team at a game last year - Grobbelar spent 20 minutes having a go at Loveren only for him to go and break the back of the net to open the scoring Stood next to Roy Evans in the toilet at half time
Ooh I once bumped into Keith Hill in Faro airport. It wasn’t long after we’d sacked him and I was wearing a Barnsley shirt, he gave me a wry smile but we didn’t say anything.
I'm not the best at spotting famous people but the last one I can remember speaking to was Michelle McManus outside a club in Glasgow. I'd gone outside for a cigarette and was enjoying a little solitude when big Michelle wandered over and asked for light. Being a gentleman I offered to light her cigarette however whilst doing so she decided to rub her 'womanhood' up and down my thigh. It's an experience that I've tried hard to forget and unfortunately I still walk with a limp to this day!
Ronnie Glavin, lovely bloke, playing against him in a charity match he took the time to ask me if I was alright after he hit me in the nadgers with the ball, told him it was an honour
Once served Steve Davis, John Parrott and some other bloke at Little Chef at Barnsdale Bar A1 when I worked a weekend job there in the 80s as a student. Didn't really chat, but they left a generous tip. About the only famous people I have ever seen!.
just thought of another, Susanne Danielle at the Belfry, when she was following Sam Torrance round,how did I forget that,got my brother who is loads younger than me to ask her for autograph, as I was all ga ga and flustered, he did not know who she was and she said "your a bit young to know me ", he goes "its for my brother he is too scared to ask", she walked right up to me smiled and said "don't be shy do you want a kiss on it", I just stood there open mouthed in awe, never uttered a word,, gosh she was stunning, just took the programme off her with the autograph on it in a daze ,Sam Torrance is so lucky
Looked after Andrea Corr, Nadine Coyle, Kelly Jones, James May and Oz Clarke in my White Horse Days. The Oz and James TV Show came together as they were drinking Jaipur in the Coach House one night. Charles Campion, the Food Critic who sadly just passed away, came to a few PR Events. All of the names mentioned here were thoroughly nice other than James May who was arrogant. Andrea Corr gave me a cheeky wink (no typo) and Nadine insisted I came and sat with her and her friend once the waitress said 'the GM loves your band'. I declined. Stage fright. I'd been e-mailing him about a beer idea for a few weeks. Then one night I got to the Troxy in East London way too early for the NME Awards so found a dive of a pub round the corner and he came in. Introduced myself, chatted about the idea a bit more, but he kept interrupting to remind me that he 'definitely, absolutely, didn't drink alcohol anymore'. Funny guy though.
I’ve interviewed loads for work. Sergio Ramos, Marcus Rashford, Lewandowski, Gabriel Jesús, Ilkay Gundogan, Alvaro Morata, Tony Hawk, Rory McIlroy, Virgil Abloh and many others over the years. All the footballers I’ve met were by and large really nice and polite, but a bit difficult to work with when your job is to get them to say something interesting! It also sounds a lot more exciting than it is in reality.
Kin ell can't believe forgot about this one............ Me n ex wife had 3 days in NY. Last pre flight home visit was to the twin towers (year or so after 9-11). She was preggers and had an 'incident' which we thought might make it impossible to fly home. She got passed by a Doc. Went to airport. She sat down while I checked in. I joined the que. Then the doors opened and this "worldie" of a lass came to me and asked if it was for the Manchester flight. I said yes and we just chatted for 20 - 30 mins. I thought I recognised her from Tarn. Anyway wi Missus watching me talking to this stunner ...... conversation got round to what had happened in the previous few hours. Still not sussing who she was even though I was convinced I knew her she says "don't worry I've got an executive room with shower etc. Take your other half and use it so she can get cleaned up etc". I thanked her and took her up on the offer. Then her blowk turned up. He shook my hand and we met up after before the flight so I could say thanks again and tried to buy them a drink. It was Kym Marsh (Hear Say, Corrie) and then hubby Jack Ryder (Eastenders). What a beautiful gesture. Saw them in Manchester airport and they both came to see us and wished us well with the pregnancy. Had to go straight to hospital when we'd landed. All was well.
The whole lot of their stag party looked like they could shift it. Keith Duffy looked like he would be a really nice fella, like he comes over on tv. Forgot we met Robert Bathurst from Cold Feet last year, at a garden party at Buckingham Palace. The most charming, humble human. He made you feel like he cared about you. Only ever met one absolute tossed and that was Freddie Truman, at Shaw Lane when I was young. Yorkshire played, my dad told me and my brother to wait whilst Truman had stopped talking to this bloke then go ask for his autograph. We did, nobody else about. “Hello Mr Truman, can we have your autograph please”. We were about 7 and 9 years old. “No. Go away”. Arrogant arse. Never forget it, my dad went ballistic.