I used to work in Disneyland Paris and met a few ‘slebs there.
In my first week, at Buffalo Bills Wild West Show, Damon Hill and his family sat in my section. All went well until the audience participation part of the show. An Indian from each ranch (Blue Moon, Gold Star, Red River, Green Mountain) carries a medicine ball to the back of the arena and then helps to pass it through the crowd to the front – first one back wins.
I was out in the arena collecting glasses and still being new didn’t have the timings quite down yet. I’m standing in front of Hill with a full tray of glasses just as the Indian starts to run down my row. He gets to just in front of us, sees there is no way past me and turns back around. Damon and family never got to touch the ball. He still tipped me like, but not as much as the hot Swedish girl I was working with.
At my next job at a cocktail bar and restaurant over the way Ronan Keating and his wife had a table booked. However they turned up a bit early so just came in and sat at the bar. I served them a few drinks (him – JD, her – vodka) and had a nice chat. They went off and ate, tipping the waiter quite well. They were on the way out going down the stairs when I remarked, quietly, to another bartender how I was a little put out that they hadn’t left anything at the bar (I was young and skint but not rude) when their minder ran back up the stairs and handed me a big note. Obviously I wasn’t as discreet as I’d thought
