Whilst I was a bike courier in London:
Almost ran over Griff Rhys Jones
On walking into a distinguished building on The Strand, a funny looking lady in a corset appeared out of the lift, followed by the rest of Elton John’s Entourage; pretty much bumped into him; he looked at my package (the one clad in lycra, not the one I was delivering) and said ‘Hello’. I replied with a dead pan ‘morning’, then got the hell in the lift.
Whilst I was a Rickshaw rider in London:
With passengers already filling the back seat, got chased down by 2 folk who I didn’t recognize, but my passengers did: was 2 of the big brother contestants that year, who then squeezed in. Banter ensued.
Sitting at Picadilly circus in a Chinaman costume, 3 mad fit Glamour models walked out of a club and plonked themselves in my seat, asking to go to China White, which was just round the corner; due the one way system, had to go the long way, during which time, the most racous of said girls kept trying to shove her finger up my bum, saying she was after my prostate.
On arriving at the club, they all got their paps out for the paps. Nice paps they were too.
I’m not a great expert on celebrity, but it seems it was Jodie Marsh who stuck her finger up my bum.