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wilburt - Member
Oh yes, I once went out with a girl who was a sperm in one of the monty python movies.
Should wilbert win an award for this. Brilliant
D List you say? My barber also trims a barnet belonging to Piers Courage's son.
I was once cock-blocked by a certain text vote television Saturday night TV host, we went to the same sixth form and used to drink in the same pub. We bumped into one another on an evening out when I was escorting a date who was rather taken with him. He's shorter than he looks on television though.
I was once given a singing lesson by Carrie and David Grant off of Fame Academy. Oh, and some team building thing by John Emburey.
Got Party Finger from Liz Kendall MP in my mate's bathroom when I was 16.
This wins.
I like to think it was this that inspired her to challenge Jeremy Corbyn at the leadership election.
No doubt. She owes it all to you.
Not to be confused with Labour Party Finger which is where you get a bit confused and massively overestimate your digits.
I lived in a squat next door to Mike Baldwin (Coronation Street), but never saw him.
I had a pint with Reginald D Hunter in Cork and he gave me a phone number to call for free tickets to his gig. Phoned it the next day and it was a made up number!
I stood in a queue for a cash point (also in Cork) behind Jimmy Carr.
I don't even know what that is but it sounds wrong.
Sounds like a game of cluedo - The shadow minister, in the bathroom, with the sponge fingers
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I'd love to tell you what the events were but it might bring down the government
Are you a severed pigs head?
Lets be honest though - a sneeze would bring down the government just now.
Aren't D-list celebs ones you've never heard of?
In that case, at Easter I was stood in a queue for a rollercoaster at Port Aventura when lots of teenage girls became very excited and started having selfies taken with a band of fairly ordinary looking youngsters right in front of me. They turned out to be Spanish Youtubers, who were nice enough to explain when I asked them "who are you?"
Oh, and "big" Ron Atkinson. I stood behind him in the queue at an airport check-in. He's about an inch taller than me, and I'm a short arse.
Oh, and some team building thing by John Emburey.
That would be interesting. I played against him once (except he didn't play, he was player coach for the team we played and was either injured or 'left out')
Interesting because I don't remember such liberal use of the f' word and how well that would translate to the corporate environment.
Aparently he holds the record for the longest sentence that includes full construction but only one (stem)word in various guises; when asked how his finger was after being hit on it delivered the pithy statement "****in' ****er's ****in' ****ed"
One of my teachers made several appearances on either 'Thats Life' or 'Nationwide' (or perhaps both) playing the piano whilst standing on his head.
Interesting because I don't remember such liberal use of the f' word and how well that would translate to the corporate environment.
He was well behaved, as I recall. It was the usual corporate nonsense, so I switched the subject to cricket. The first test match I ever watched was the Ashes at Edgbaston, and he made a 50, which he quickly pointed out was actually 55 not out. I'm pretty sure I was the only person in the group who knew who he was.
My (very young) kids were playing with some other kids of about the same age while we were waiting for a flight back from the south of France. Then their dad appeared and it was Robbie Savage. He couldn't conceivably have looked more like a stereotypical Premiership footballer, but got chatting to him and he was a lovely bloke
Lenny Henry used to stay in the hotel I worked in so much that he came to the staff parties, lovely guy.
Related, Dawn French stayed at the same hotel but was not very nice at all.
I served room service to Sara Cox, her room stank of weed.
Lee Sharpe (ex Man Utd winger) is from my home town and is occasionally seen in the local pub.
I shared tuts and knowing glances with Adrian Chiles on a packed train from Brum to The Hawthornes.
Meanwhile, over on premiershipfootballertrackworld.........
robbiesavage - MemberMy (very young) kids were playing with some other kids of about the same age while we were waiting for a flight back from the south of France. Then their dad appeared and it was Binners. You couldn't conceivably have looked less like a stereotypical Premiership footballer, but got chatting to him, and he was a lovely bloke
I spent a day working with [url= 
]this nice lady[/url]. [nsfw]
I shared tuts and knowing glances with Adrian Chiles on a packed train from Brum to The Hawthornes.
I can't think of Adrian Chiles now without thinking of[url=
Stewart Lee's description of him[/url]
Oh, I forgot, my cousin is the (apparently) reasonably well known porn star Daisy Giggle, I believe she has retired now. I don't see her much but she's lovely, although her dress and demeanour nearly gave the old blokes at my wedding a collective stroke.
I've done a gig with the chap who voices 'Tony the Tiger', amongst many other things...
I once saw Jim Kerr & Patsy Kensit having a big row on Oxford Street.
Did she forget about him, despite clear instructions?
Once saw Antonio Banderas and Melanie Griffith sitting outside at a bar in Benalmadena.
She was dog rough and had filthy feet.
Years ago i worked as a chef in Port Solent in Portsmouth, cooked for Paul Daniels, Debbie McGee and Linda Lusardi (doing panto), but the best i remember was Kelly McGillis from Top Gun, she was lovely and stayed and bought all the staff an after hours drink, our kitchen porter, a orangemen Glaswegian called Ian did lick her dirty plate, just so he could say he'd shared saliva with her!!
orangemen Glaswegian
Top Hun?
I can't think of Adrian Chiles now without thinking of Stewart Lee's description of him
If you go on twitter [url= https://www.buzzfeed.com/lukelewis/things-adrian-chiles-looks-like-according-to-twitter?utm_term=.dwMQQyyAB#.fg488DDo1 ]theres a whole world dedicated to descriptions of Adrian Chiles[/url]
My favourite: Adrian Chiles ... with your face like a sellotaped bawbag
Adrian Chiles ... with your face like a sellotaped bawbag
Adrian Chiles .....with your face that looks like it was set on fire and someone stamped it out wearing a golf shoe and then let a burglars' dog sit on it while it was still warm.
I gave John Graham a lift from Matter at the O2 to The Ministry Of Sound many years ago. This means very little unless you know a bit about dance music, so he could be classed as D list in the real world.
😆martinhutch - Member
Did she forget about him, despite clear instructions?
We were looking round the house at Ightham Moat with a chap who had his hat pulled low to disguise the fact that he was Jools Holland. When we got to the chapel he removed the hat and the game was up!
My kids lightly bugged him and his missus all the way round and he was very good natured about it. They had no clue who he was, but chose to lightly bug him anyway. Probably because of his hat.
His car was less than inconspicuous.
I had buckets of gunk and custard pies thrown at me by lenny henry and the phantom flan flinger on tiswas on Saturday morning tv.
oh, and I once politely turned down a blow job from Jimmy Sommerville of that there communards / bronski beat in a nightclub toilets in london
oh, and I once politely turned down a blow job from Jimmy Sommerville of that there communards / bronski beat in a nightclub toilets in london
You left him that way? Despite clear instructions to the contrary?
You'd started a fire deep down in his soul and you couldn't see that it was burning out of control?
What's up with you? Not wearing your best undies?
Ryan Shawcross's dad, (footballer) rescued me in his recovery truck when my van broke down. Twice actually, as he tried to fix it but it didn't work.
I gave Ellie off the Telly directions to my brother wedding. I won't name drop him though as he's on here so hardly D list.
I bumped (literally) into the guy who plays Mr Tumble in Heathrow airport. We took a selfie together and my daughter was extremely impressed but disappointed that I didn't investigate the contents of his magic bag.
Wise move on your part.
I used to babysit Ryan Giggs and younger brother Rhodri.
The mum was lovely. Dad a bellend of the highest pitch.
Sat at a table in The Midland in Manchester oblivious to the fact it was reserved. Russ Abbot very politely pointed out that it was.
Sat and drank "Wimbledon Specials" with Johnny Briggs (Mike Baldwin) in a bar in Manchester.
You left him that way? Despite clear instructions to the contrary?
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Took Ben Shepherd out riding in Spain while he was filming [i]Holiday[/i]. When it was screened a friend's wife apparently recognised my legs and backside.
Ben actually came back out twice on holiday with his girlfriend to kitesurf. Both him and his missus were lovely.
Well -as fate would have it.... I've just had an email from the BBC offering me a role that would have made me an obscure celebrity. Gave it 30 seconds consideration then turned it down. 🙂
Held the toilet door open for Phil Redmond at a friend's wedding.
Met Alan Ball and Jimmy Hill the night before my wedding. It seems Southampton were playing Sheffield United the next day.
Nodded a hello to Danny Murphy on New Year's Eve once. He was playing the next day, and was going out for a run.
I used to deliver newspapers to Hilda Ogden's house in Southport.
Kissed Lisa Stanfield in a Nightclub in Nottingham before she was famous.
Keith Harris (of Orville &Cuddles) is a family friend and thoroughly lovely chap.
When I was in the RAF I have met various members of the Royal Family. Best was the Queen Mum.
Had a Pint with Neil Ruddock in the Grapes Pub in Formby when he played for LFC. He was arseholed.
At a night out in Liverpool my mate Barry punched this guy in the chops
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danny_Cadamarteri
Proper LOL moment
friend's wife apparently recognised my legs and backside.
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The greatest, most fantastic person who was famous that I knew was this guy
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Moir_(footballer)
Ian was a fireman at BNFL Capenhurst in Cheshire.(as a footballer in the 60s he didn't earn much) His stories were superb, a true gentleman and lovely man.
His best story was the one about his time at Manchester United. Ian was sold and a new forward was brought in to replace him. That forward was George Best.
I met Joe Gladwyn outside Mount Carmel Church in Blackley, must have been about five.
Gave me 50p, told me to say my prayers and made me laugh.
Very smartly dressed, nice bloke.
Went for a few pints with Dan Walsh, the motorbike traveller one, after randomly bumping into him on Deansgate.
My mum was mates with Nobby Styles' mum.
Met her loads, never met Norbert.
My mate's brother was the manager of the Inspiral Carpets.
Never met them either, or saw them live.
maccruiskeen - Member
Well -as fate would have it.... I've just had an email from the BBC offering me a role that would have made me an obscure celebrity. Gave it 30 seconds consideration then turned it down.
Are they resurrecting Changing Rooms?
Are you the new Handy Andy?
Creating some monstrous wonder out of MDF for some curly haired fop to paint purple and sparkle with glitter?
Flat-pack Macc?
In the early 90s I went on a trip to Wembley to watch the Great Britain Rugby League Team get beaten by the Australians in the World Cup Final. One of our group (friend of a friend) was a current GB player who was out due to injury.
We were sat on the very back row at one end and were extremely drunk. An Aussie in the crowd in front of us had spotted the GB player in our party and throughout the course of the game had taken the piss out of him. Come the final hooter the Aussie went into abuse overdrive, at which point the unnamed player advised that we should all leg it, then he punched the Aussie with sufficient force to propel him over a couple of rows of seats leaving just his legs sticking up.
Afterwards we blagged our way into the Wembley Hilton for the after match party and I got to meet Mal Meninga and hold the trophy, but I was too bladdered to properly recall the encounter.
The day was rounded off by witnessing Paul Eastwood (Hull player) do a forwards roll over a barrier at Wembley Park station, puke up, and fall in it.
The player in our party didn’t come with us as he had been offered a “Somerville” by a very nice lady from the Chanel 9 Australian TV crew and apparently they banged like a shed door in a gale until the following day. He told me this during a bruising session of Stag-Do full contact Laser Quest a couple of weeks later.
Happy days.