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
Went to a restaurant in Richmond last week and I couldn’t take my eyes of a beautiful woman that looked the splitting image of Lisa Kudrow (Phoebe Buffay of Friends).
Friend of mine from work ended up exchanging some very-very mildly suggestive messages with Huw Edwards on Instagram a couple of Fridays ago.
Having read the messages, I think he was just being friendly/older generation innocently not really getting social media... but it was funny.
Doesn't he work for the BBC....just saying....
Haha, I'm gonna say it definitely wasn't anything sinister - watching the message exchange live in the pub was an experience. Did not expect to have a lengthy debate about whether Huw Edwards was coming onto my mate or not, though. "Ooh he's typing!!"
Haha, just seen this. Yeeah I'm not super surprised
To be honest, it might have been a bit more suggestive than I let on but can't remember the detail now! Wanted to err on the side of caution before calling him a dirty old boy on an internet forum.
No just sort of crouched next to me and did this weird thigh rubbing thing?
To be honest it was the least exciting celebrity spot ever, he was just leaving the gents as I went in, had time to think "oh that's Vic Reeves!" then he'd gone.
pretty sure I have said this before, maybe even on this thread
John Terry's parents would occasionally drink in a pub in Chafford Hundred One Saturday/Sunday he was in there with them, and found myself in the toilets at same time as him.
At our respective urinals, when a kid about 9/10 years old comes in and conversation goes something like :
Kid - Are you a footballer? JT - yes, I am Kid - do you play for Chelsea ? JT - that's right I do Kid - And England ? JT - yeah Kid - my Dad says you are a cnut
Kid walks out and JT just turns to me and said 'Charming'
Didn't wanna tell him I agreed, whilst I had my knob out.
Some of these are scraping the barrel so here goes.. I met Darryl McCormack when he was about 7 years old running around my uncles farm in Tipperary. He’s related to my cousins and I know his family.
You may not know who he is right now but I’m sure a lot will do in a few years.. so will come back to this one when he’s a superstar, hopefully. Still won’t beat my Bill Clinton one mind you.
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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
To be honest, it might have been a bit more suggestive than I let on but can't remember the detail now! Wanted to err on the side of caution before calling him a dirty old boy on an internet forum.
Didn't ask to touch his wand.
To be honest it was the least exciting celebrity spot ever, he was just leaving the gents as I went in, had time to think "oh that's Vic Reeves!" then he'd gone.
John Terry's parents would occasionally drink in a pub in Chafford Hundred
One Saturday/Sunday he was in there with them, and found myself in the toilets at same time as him.
At our respective urinals, when a kid about 9/10 years old comes in and conversation goes something like :
Kid - Are you a footballer?
JT - yes, I am
Kid - do you play for Chelsea ?
JT - that's right I do
Kid - And England ?
JT - yeah
Kid - my Dad says you are a cnut
Kid walks out and JT just turns to me and said 'Charming'
Didn't wanna tell him I agreed, whilst I had my knob out.