Dali lama baggage collection melbourne airport with a bunch of monks and tibetans
Double take time
Joanna Lumley - Little Chef - A3.
NOT having the Olympic breakfast btw.
Simon Day in a fruit & veg shop in Castle Cary.
Timmy Mallet. Sustrans Route 27.
Some dude from Corrie selling cheese at Manchester xmas markets last year. Martin Platt maybe?
(Ex?) snooker player Anthony Hamilton in Burger King, M1. With his cue.
Richard O'Brian, Plymouth
A most famous scientist / Nobelist (now dead) walking through the front door & into the hall while I was swinging from the banisters. I was 19 at the time.
Stephen Morris driving a tank in the field next to ours as a kid.
See Craig cash riding through mellor golf course a lot
Alexander Armstrong- buying dog food in Witney
Ruby Wax, last Thursday in the Trattoria Milano at Manchester Airport at 5am
I once sold Robbie Earle a dining table and 8 chairs. Mahogany, twin pedestal - if you're asking.
Alan Rickman sat in the Bayside Cabin at Stokes Bay.
Having a random conversation with Daniel Craig on a rooftop in austria, at 3am, about prison and anal sex
An ex-Python, in the gents loo on the first floor of my office.
Farting like a statesman. 😯
Prince Harry @ McDonalds car park, Melksham.
I once ask Sarah Green out in a nighclub in Liverpool, she declined.
But my favourite (although probably not that random or unexpected), is we were out on a ride in Lancashire and Bradley Wiggins came the other way and waved at us.
Ian Brown mooching round the services on the M40, scouting for Krispy Kremes.
He really does walk like that all the time, very strange.
David Coverdale on the M6 services near Stoke on Trent back in erm...... 92/3/4 ish.
Last week on New Bond Street in that Lunnon, the one that used to be in Eastenders, mouthy bird, old, big norks, blond hair also used to be in Carry On films..
Nigel Lawson on my Easyjet flight back from Toulouse on Monday.
Gok Wan walking past my office by the Thames last year.
Alex James of Blur at the Cotswold Wildlife Park a couple of years ago. At the time it was raining and chuffing cold, i thought "And you could afford a coat"
David Coverdale on the M6 services near Stoke on Trent back in erm...... 92/3/4 ish.
Was he Looking for love in the Still of the night?
I'll get me coat....
Alexander Armstrong- buying dog food in Witney
That is sooooo middle class!
Margi Clarke, eating a bun in a down-at-heel cafe, Lark Lane, Liverpool.
Joanna Lumley - Little Chef - A3.NOT having the Olympic breakfast btw.
No Olympic breakfast? What was she thinking?????!!!!!! I've lost all respect for her now.
Danny Mac in the chippy in Fort Bill after the world cup DH. Ooooh, what would his personal trainer say!!
Ian Brown mooching round the services on the M40, scouting for Krispy Kremes.He really does walk like that all the time, very strange.
Ian Brown at my local Jamaican takeaway. I heard the voice first and actually reached/held my wallet involuntarily. He dresses and acts like the King of Manc's 
Various others actually shopping - Noel Gallagher/All Saints bird, Brand/Perry and Harrison Ford called me a ****ing moron on a marina access road after I made him slam on/to let me drive through 😆
I served Kelly Brooke in Homebase, Penge many years ago. The teenage lads in the shop nearly went into meltdown.
Followed along the path at Cuckmere Haven by Mariella Frostrup. I didn't need to turn round to recognise her 😀
ooh, rememberd another one.
Sharon Davies (who I've always had a massive crush on), coming out of the supermarket in Epping where I was staying for a few days. Alarmed that her black belt, olympian, Judo expert husband might be close to hand, I did the noble thing and discretely spied on her as she walked to her range rover.
Monica Coghlan in a pawnbrokers in Collyhurst in Manchester.
She was actually very nice.
I wasn't pawning owt, I used to be a pawnbroker. 🙂
Nick Nolte smoking a crafty fag in the doorway of an 'Irish' pub in San Francisco.
Had a chat - nice bloke.
About 10 years ago, Blckburn Rovers in Washington Dulles airport. apparently returning home after preseason training. My sister got her picture taken with Dwight Yorke and upon coming back over, the mother exclaimed 'Just think, he's had them (Jordan/Katie Price's) knockers in those hands!'
My ghast was well and truly flabbered!
I noticed the Sale Rugby Union squad in a motorways services walking round WHSmiths. Their French/longhaired fellow- on tv etc he looks MASSIVE. I was actually taken aback that he wasn't 7ft tall/across but slightly shorter than me and not THAT big in real life 😕
Jack Straw on the tube last week. Reading a copy of The Times 😯 Must be getting confused in his old age 😉
Jimmy White sat on the table next to us in the Cowherds pub in Southampton.
Sting on Helvelyn. Twas some time ago now.
Stalkertrackworld.
Anthony Worral Thompson queuing for his bags at Luton airport.
Watched football with Liam Gallagher in the T4 lounge in Heathrow.
Bryan Brown (Australian actor) in a cheap Chinese restaurant in Macau. I think they were filming Tai Pan there at the time.
Sat opposite Jack Dee on the Tube back in the early 90's before he really hit the big time. He looked miserable.
Roy wood used to come into the garden centre where I ran the computers quite often.
Except on the build up to Christmas for some reason...
Met Rick Wakeman at Hinkley Island Hotel while e was waiting for his car to be fixed by the AA (could have been the RAC, was quite some time ago).
Ian Brown at my local Jamaican takeaway. I heard the voice first and actually reached/held my wallet involuntarily. He dresses and acts like the King of Manc's
Ian Brown with his (I assume his) family at chester zoo back when he was young
Sharon Davies (who I've always had a massive crush on), coming out of the supermarket in Epping where I was staying for a few days. Alarmed that her black belt, olympian, Judo expert husband might be close to hand, I did the noble thing and discretely spied on her as she walked to her range rover.
See Shazza every so often but at a swimming pool so I suppose that is not where you would least expect it really. Made of plastic.
Evan Dando Bangkok airport. We chatted about Bullet Lavolta.
Julian Cope in a cornfield with people wearing giant dayglo alien heads, scrub that actually fairly normal for him, nice chap 😀
Got chatting to a lovely Asian lass in Vegas airport, until her husband turned up (Nicolas Cage). Literally bumped into Paris Hilton outside LAX once. She scowled at me. Result! Met and shook hands with Nelson Mandela in my army days, we chatted about the weather!
Kate Humble beside a canal in Wales. She stood to one side for me as I biked along and gave a nice cheery "hello".
Without doubt my biggest moment of fame ever and not something I shall ever top.
Tom Baker in a Butchers.
Magnus Magnuson called a place I used to work asking for me by name. It was a museum, I worked in the building but not within the museum department, and had absolutely nothing to do with the collections(the building also housed libraries and art galleries). As far as I'm aware my name wasn't anywhere in the public domain linking me to the museum or collection.
He had a query about a sketch we had in the store which was for a pre-rapahelite mural depicting a 15th century poem attributed to King James the 1st of Scotland. Totally by chance I'd been in the store and had a look at the sketches the day before. So it was the only item out of thousands in the collection that I knew anything about. So I told him what I knew, half remembered from reading the label.
Later he published 'Scotland: The Story of a Nation' and I'm credited as a contributor.
Forgot earlier.
I stood behind Freddie Starr in Game in Maidenhead. He was buying Crazy Taxi (? it was a long time ago).
He was very small, and I mean almost midget sized, and he farted a lot.
Johnny Wilkinson complaining about the price of sandwiches in Woodall Services on the M1 a couple of years ago. He came across as a right whiney wee shit.
Stephen Hendry in FatFace last week. I was soooooo tempted to go up to him and say 'Colin, could you sing my Blackburn shirt for me please'!
Lots of encounters on the train. Most notably Michael Portillo, whom I've ended up sitting next to or opposite on numerous times - we're almost on Christmas Card terms now.
