Claim to fame..........

ive got a couple....

I room serviced dawn french...... lenny henry wasnt there at the time !! :lol:

I allmost wrote off Mr beans ( Rowan Atkinsons ) Mclaren F1 :oops: :shock: :shock: ... I was driving around on the Cornish back lanes (too fast) in my little vw polo... when i drove around the corner, noticed a roadworks sign... big truck... temporary traffic lights.... then looked in front of me.... slammed the brakes on.... skidded..... and honestly just stopped about 30 cms from the back of a Mclaren F1 :shock:
I shit myself !!! Honestly i allmost rear ended it big style... I then saw him in a local petrol station a few miles up the road in his mega rare and expensive super car... :lol:

I swear to god im not making that up ... it really did happen... imagine if id actually crashed in to him !!!
 
He'd obviously moved on in the world since I ssaw him in a Saab in Staines. I was in a traffic jam. He was going the other way, very slowly, and was picking his nose. He saw me looking at him, looked at his picking finger, looked back at me, looked at the finger, gave it a shake,looked perturbed and looked away, as if nothing was amiss. Absolutely hilarious, and pre-dated Mr Bean by several years.
Had you gone up his arse in your car, my next door neighbour could have helped you out with a new bumper; he's Prof. Gordon Murray...
 
That Brian Clough - he met me you know.

I used to go for lunch with Stephen Hawking and family quite regularly. He's very funny.
 
I worked for an F1 company and met the drivers and owners and they are all really short with big heads. Sat in many F1 cars, road and track and had the Driver's Championship trophy in my ungloved hands.

My Gran (gawd bless 'er) walked in on a naked Edward Woodward (gawd bless 'im) at the hotel she worked at.
 
Me and Wife had a tour of the Jordan factory when Little Schumacher was a driver there..

Was shown round by a bloke who was introduced as a mechanic, known as Stumacher .. .. ..

My Mum used to have tea with Bobby Moores' Mum.. she lived up the road a bit from us..
 
I've been a bass player for over forty years, so I suppose I have a few - but then anyone who's been doing that sort of stuff for that length of time will have.

Other than the "I've worked with/met him etc" stuff, the best bits aren't really repeatable though.

However, in a different life -

I was the first person to have a team of working sled dogs on the Isle of Man and therefore the first person to travel from here to the UK to compete in races (and win, on occasion).
Seems a long time ago now though (20-odd years ago).
 
My grandad played footie for (amongst others) Brentford FC for nigh on 10 years, and I got to watch him play in an 'all star' match against an Eastenders/celebrity 11 . Sat in the crowd next to Gillian 'Sausage Swallowing' Taylforth and Linda Lusardi...whom proceeded to give me a signed (topless of course) photograph.

I was about 13 years old. My dad took the picture from me. The facist.

My Poppa (grandad) also introduced me to Bobby Charlton in the players bar at Plough Lane after watching a United match...that was cool.
Oh, and Poppa is also regarded one of the unluckiest goalkeepers ever. He once had a hand grenade thrown into the goalmouth during a match, also had the goal posts fall on him during another.
Unfortunately his biggest claim to fame was when a dog from the crowd ran into him during collacting a back pass from a defender, sending him sprawling.
The footage made many a 'goals n gaffs' video..but the resulting injury pretty much ended his career. Google/Youtube 'Chic Brodie' for the footage.

Oh yeah, and my cousin was one of the first brits to make it big in the NHL. He won a couple Stanley Cups playing with Chicago Blackhawks. Also played for Calgary Flames, and alongside Wayne Gretsky whilst at Edmonton Oilers...whom he intrduced me too during a match in L.A. ! ( I was taller than Gretsky - aged 11)
For anyone interested he's called Steve Smith.
 
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