...for a new thread here, maybe? We've done gigs, festivals, venues, what shall we talk about next? Famous people met in odd places? Stars you may have shared a pint with? Who you fancy? I dunno. Must be tons of stuff...?
I met Johnny Vegas at Cafe Del Mar in San Antonio last August..a larger than life character, does that count you ask?
Not really I shook his hand and asked him what he was doing in Ibiza, he was just on holiday. Some claim to fame eh! :rofl:
I knew a girl who knew a girl who slept with Simon le Bon, and she said it was wonderful... Well it might make El laugh anyway.
Bumps in the night.. Went to see one of Loudon Wainwright the III's young bands he was promoting way back in the mid-seventies at the Brighton Pavilion and went for a quick swiftie in the bar... and there next to me drinking was Elton John [with his hair dyed green over his ears] and Loudon himself.I think this was even before Elton tried marriage and then found love in a furnace?! chrs andi
went to a party of a friends cousins brothers dogs friends dads blah blah got very drunk on champagne and friend went up to robert plant said "are you famous" he said "i'm robert plant" she replied "oh you're not that famous then!" and wobbled away. <--- my face karl howman in m&s boscombe, aka junkie town bournemouth. oliver reed in a cherbourg/poole twinning thing in cherbourg in 1988. louise rednapp in the post office in canford cliffs (round the corner from where she lives) and in m&s poole. i dont make a habit of shopping in m&s, but it is good for knickers ..... amor mundi
Had a drink with Clint Boon (aka Inspiral Carpets! Now any band that employs Noel Gallagher as a roadie must be good...!) in a pub in Manchester. It wasn't that coincidental though as I was sound engineering his gig down the road...:w00t:
Clint's a big fan of my Senses boys. When I lived in Maida Vale, I walked out of the house early one morning - and found David Gilmour at the gate! He did live in the area so not that surprising I suppose, but still a shock. He'd just parked up and I think may have been going to the tennis club over the road.
ah just remembered another, t'was a bloke called paul, with a northern accent and looked like this in a crack house in southampton. wouldnt like to say it was him, but everyone there that i knew was sure that it was.
Graeme Obree This post is not music related for which I can only ask that you bear with me. I met my cycling hero Graeme Obree face to face for the first time not long after his incredible autobiography (The Flying Scotsman) was published. I had in the 80's raced in races with Graeme but at the time he hadn't made an impression on the UK racing scene, only in Scotland was he gaining a reputation and mostly that was for riding a track bike (ie no gears, which in hilly Scotland is something) with the handlebars the wrong way up and back to front and winning races despite his whacky notions for what made for an efficient bike. Graeme went on (for those that don't pay attention to cycling ie most of the UK public but mostly the football dominated media) to become a World Champion and two times World Record Holder for the ultimate sports record the Hour Record. He achieved all this based on gut instincts and emotion and despite depression and related mental illness. Not long after he published his book I happened to be in Ardgay in the north of Scotland in a Youth Hostel to take part in a 250k Audax cycling event with a blind friend on my tandem. First thing in the morning about 6:30am I went down to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Having got together some Weetabix I headed through to the Dining area to find that I wasn't alone and the person already tucking into his breakfast seemed familiar. It dawned on me it was Graeme Obree, but not wanting to make a complete tit of myself I just chatted with him not letting on that it was hero, asking what he was going to be doing that day, to which he informed me he was going to spectate with some friends at the 10 mile Time Trial Scottish Championships. As I was dressed in cycling gear he asked me what I was going to be doing and so I explained I was doing a 250k on tandem with my pal Diane. Now as I had read his book I knew that Touring and Club cycling was how Graeme had got into cycling in the first place, and so he talked about that for a bit. But after a bit I couldn't keep up being "cool" and had to confess I realised who he was, and I asked him about his announcement earlier that year to give the Hour Record another go and then a while later calling it off to which I told him I was relieved as I had been worried at the time he would be sucked back into the spiral of pressure and depression that had afflicted him throughout his career. Graeme joked about his mental history and said "it was ok you don't need to hide the cutlery". I asked Graeme if I could have his autograph and I explained I would love to have him sign his book which I already had a copy of but didn't have with me to which he said he had some copies of the book with him and he could sign one of those if I was willing to buy another copy. I wound him up about being such a salesman, but I was more than happy to buy another copy of the book and funnily enough Graeme had no change to give me, for which he was very apologetic, so I paid something like 11 pence over the normal price for a book I already had. So I still have that copy of the book and gave my original copy away to friend who I thought would enjoy the book. All in all Graeme Obree is a lovely bloke with a gentle wit and humble persona for somebody that has achieved so much that so few have in the cycling world. A more approachable and kind person you couldn't wish to meet.
That was a great post Fuzzy, puts most footballers to shame, I say most because there are still a few who retain some humility, Pompey's Linvoy Primus being one of them.
Thanks Barry, try to get a hold of Graeme's book it's a fantastic. The film they made is not bad but the book is harrowing, funny and painfully truthful account. What I did like about the film were the scenes of Graeme riding on the track, it's the only cycling film I can think of that got close to what it actually feels like when pushing yourself to the limit. There have been some truly awful cycling films, the worst has to be American Flyers with Kevin Costner with some ludicrous cycling scenes which would upset any cyclist who had ever been in a real race or just anyone who knows which gear you should be riding in to not have legs spinning at a ridiculous rate while only going at 5 mph! I know very little about football, so I have no idea if Pompey are an Italian team who's ground nestles under the slopes of Mt. Vesuvius or maybe a British Team with an interesting nick name (similar to a Scottish team I know of who for some reason are called "The Arabs") and as for Linvoy Primus sounds like a name for a camping stove but I'm guessing he is in fact a talented player who deserves my respect :biggrin:
Another Day Fuzz..enjoyed your cycling stuff.. think I told you before about my ex brother-in-law's book on the Tour de France? If not, will repost as it is a good read and available in the library.. andi ps Your FM radio selections seem to imply you listen to Another Day everday? Can't fault it... only problem the song always reminds me of a long lost relationship which should never have been lost.
