Clàim to fame....

I met Bob Holness while I was waiting for my brother to finish his just at a pub in Bowness in Windermere...
Yes I did ask "Can I have a 'p' please Bob?"

 

I never moved in those circles but I did trot the Corridors of Power during my military and civil service time. A few weeks before I left HQ Air Command I was taking a wander and Prince William and I crossed in the corridor. He smiled and said good morning. I returned the greeting with a "Sir" on the end. He was on his own, paying an informal visit to the CINC.

 

Just shared a lift with the winner of the Dusseldorf marathon....little Kenyan chap holding a 4 pint beer glass (the trophy )

 

As a young lad many moons back I was a decent footballer and used to spend most school holidays training at various clubs. Whilst training at Chelsea my mate and I were told to be outside our digs at 9.00am and somebody would pick us up and take us to the training ground. As instructed we were outside at the allotted time and a white Ford Escort Mexico(the dogs dangly things at the time) pulled up the window wound down and the shout "come on lads jump in" came out of the car. I opened the door and could not believe who was driving, Ray Wilkins. We could not believe THE RAY WILKINS who had just broke into the England team was picking 2 spotty oiks up. He picked us up all week by which time we had got over our amazement and actually answered him in using sentences rather than tongue tied grunts. He was a top bloke.