I sometimes cycle past Jules Holland's castle and I once overtook Jimmy Saville in the London Marathon - he later went past me and finished about half an hour ahead,
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I always do FaG, I always do.
Oh, and my pal Elaine's step-mum is Shirl from Eastenders.
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OK. Heathrow, Terminal 5, I was queueing behind this woman at EAT to get a sandwich or something. I look to my left, and there is former Chelsea and England left back and erstwhile Match of the Day 2 pundit Graeme Le Saux. The woman in front of me leaves the counter with her purchase, and heads for a chair, dropping the poncey brown cardboard sleeve from her "wrap" style sandwich. Graeme Le Saux must have thought it was her wallet, though, because he reached down, picked it up and made to give it to her, only then realising it was packaging material. She stared at him as if he were an imbecile, as he mumbled, "Erm, I thought it was your purse or something."
He looked around to see if anyone had seen him make a tit of himself, and locked eyes with me. I just nodded. I was going to say "nice one Matt", but didn't, luckily. I get Graeme Le Saux and Matt Le Tissier mixed up sometimes because they have the same middle name, and it would've just made everything more awkward.
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My dad did a funeral - it's okay he's a C of E vicar it's allowed - and among the mourners were Roger Taylor off of Queen, Uncle Monty off of Withnail and I and Ruud Van Nistelrooy off of football.
I always thought that that was a very diverse group of people to be friends with.
Dad was also, the poor bastard, supposed to marry some imbecile from one of the more recent Big Brother series who in the run up to the big event seemed to be under the impression she was the most important person ever to get hitched such were her constant and tiresome demands. Luckily for him he retired shortly before she was due to stalk down the aisle.
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Much as I would love to meet Richard Griffiths, I could never be trusted at a funeral with him. The temptation to put my hand on his shoulder and say "As a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops" or "I mean to have you even if it must be burglary" would be far too great.
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I knew this rather effete chap chap quite well at Oxford, where he was a leading light in the Union but a bit of a lightweight. About a year after he both went down (oh stop sniggering), I bumped into him at Newcastle station as I came back home from a hard day's research at the county library. He congratulated me on hearing of my appointment as Senior Researcher in History at the University of Durham, saying he was struggling to get going in journalism.
His name was Gove. Michael Gove. I've often wondered what became of him.
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Nice anecdote, Oxbridge. Could do with a bit of editing, in my humble opinion...I'd be happy to have a go if that's OK with you.
OK, here's another one.
When Princess Anne came to our school to open the new library, I was one of the 6th form boys chosen to populate the study desks therein, to give it the proper scholarly ambience. My desk was on "the route", and I was told to stand up when the Princess Royal entered the room.
She stopped at my desk and asked if the new library was an improvement on the old one. I replied that it was.
Three years later, she was divorced from "Captain" Mark Phillips.
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I once saw Graeme Souness at a restaurant in Knutsford, sitting facing the door, with a couple of pretty young ladies (presumably his nieces) at his side. At least, my lawyers tell me it was someone who looked very much like him.
I met Patrick Moore some 45 years ago; he was just the same then.
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Had my tiny plastic peddle car rammed by the front wheel of Paul Usher's (aka Barry 'Bazza' Grant ) bicycle. He lived in the same street back then i.e. when I was three .
Met & chatted to Mark E Smith in pub in Manchester and was offered one of his famous Benson & Hedges.
Shook Michael Stipe's hand in bar in Portsmouth after a gig some twenty years ago. I still have the hand.
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I had that ageing classical guitarist in the shop the other day. I recognised him as his nails were too long to use the card machine. Can't remember his name but I can sell you his PIN number.
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I spent the rainy afternoon of the '77 jubilee in a friend's pub in Sevenoaks drinking with Peter Glaze off of Crackerjack. He'd been hired to entertain the kids and was a real trouper even with a skin full of Wadsworth's 6X
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For F~cks sake, will this never end?
Just remembered, my niece and sister were in the same baby swim class as Jo Whiley, and they all went out for coffee and cakes afterwards, the day after Jo's final 'Live Lounge'.
Alexi Sayle shopped at the garden centre I worked in back in the 80s and I saw him there.
My mate climbed on the roof of an obscure comunity centre in order look through the skylights to see Bob Marley play.
I was best man to someone who's dad was good friends with the minders to Keith Moon and (if I remember right) Pink Floyd. In fact, my father in law was racing against Nick Mason last month or so.
It's just 6 degrees of separation. We all probably know Haile Selassie by association if we think hard enough or do a bit of research. Go on, try it. 6 Degress of Haile Selassie.
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