Cheeky Monkey
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- Jul 17, 2003
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The Fun Lovin Criminals after their show in Brighton in 99. Huey, Fast & Mackie - the epitome of cool.
Apart from here of course
The Fun Lovin Criminals after their show in Brighton in 99. Huey, Fast & Mackie - the epitome of cool.
There was a charity show on at the Theatre Royal and following that, a post-show 'do' at the Grand Hotel. I found myself sitting in the company of Steve Harley and John Martyn - two very cool guys. After a couple of hours, Steve Harley retired and I was left with an increasingly pickled John Martyn. The hotel bar had shut, but John wanted another drink so they reopened the bar for us.
A while later, he asked me if there was anywhere to get a breakfast (yes, it really was that late/early) and I told him I knew just the place, and to wait for a little while. I left the hotel and picked up my 2 CV parked around the corner and pulled up outside The Grand. John levered his considerable frame into the passenger seat and I drove us to the Market Diner, where he treated us both to a fry-up while regaling me with tales of his life, loves and marriage.
Dropped him back at the hotel a couple of hours later, where the doorman came and opened the door for John and led him inside.
That guy was amazing and I still adore his music.
Uri Geller - once in Worthing and then later at Withdean.
I met Matt Haig at a work event once. Ironically, he thought he was pretty cool.
Would I be right in thinking that'd be Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash, rather than Jeremy Clarkson and John Cooper Clark? Pretty damn cool if it was
I hope it wasn't this bloke. Only General Galtieri and Jimmy Savile missing from his funeral guest list of the greats
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norris_McWhirter
It's shocking how many of the children's entertainers of our childhoods were either Nazis: Norris McWhirter, Johnny Morris, Patrick Moore or paedophiles and rapists: Jimmy Saville, Rolf Harris, Garry Glitter.
It's shocking how many of the children's entertainers of our childhoods were either Nazis: Norris McWhirter, Johnny Morris, Patrick Moore or paedophiles and rapists: Jimmy Saville, Rolf Harris, Garry Glitter.
Indeed.
There was a charity show on at the Theatre Royal and following that, a post-show 'do' at the Grand Hotel. I found myself sitting in the company of Steve Harley and John Martyn - two very cool guys. After a couple of hours, Steve Harley retired and I was left with an increasingly pickled John Martyn. The hotel bar had shut, but John wanted another drink so they reopened the bar for us.
A while later, he asked me if there was anywhere to get a breakfast (yes, it really was that late/early) and I told him I knew just the place, and to wait for a little while. I left the hotel and picked up my 2 CV parked around the corner and pulled up outside The Grand. John levered his considerable frame into the passenger seat and I drove us to the Market Diner, where he treated us both to a fry-up while regaling me with tales of his life, loves and marriage.
Dropped him back at the hotel a couple of hours later, where the doorman came and opened the door for John and led him inside.
That guy was amazing and I still adore his music.
Apart from here of course
Whilst I don't doubt this, my Dad met him whilst working at Ropetackle in Shoreham for a Steve Harley gig. He described him as an arrogant dick.
Whilst I don't doubt this, my Dad met him whilst working at Ropetackle in Shoreham for a Steve Harley gig. He described him as an arrogant dick.
I spent most of a day in a big hall at Excel, playing Wembley, penalty shoot outs, and crossbar challenge, with Usain Bolt.
He was filming a TV ad, pre London 2012 (I was supervising some technical stuff), and there were hours between takes, while they set up different shots. His rider for the day, was jerk chicken from a local restaurant, a PS4 with FIFA in his trailer, and a five a side football goal and a basketball hoop. Seemed a very decent bloke, very at ease with everyone, and generous with his time. I place massive importance in how a celebrity treats the 'little people' - the runners / cleaners / plebs. He very much passed that test.
On that - others who I've worked a few times around:
Michael Johnson - lovely man
Steve Cram - arrogant
Seb Coe - utter wanker
Brendan Foster - absolute gent, as you'd expect
In answer to Lenny's OP though - spending time with Bolt was the coolest experience, but the coolest person, and I expect only [MENTION=38333]Swansman[/MENTION] to understand / appreciate this, was Ingemar Stenmark.
Are you sure about Moss, when I met him he was Hamilton-like?
Could you have met him on a book signing or something?
A combination of racing, he was taking the piss out of my co driver ( TOny Dron ) and at Dinner . . .a few times, at AIntree and Goodwood, on the table next door . . . Couldn't wait for the dollys so went and hel[ed himself to 4 bottles of claret for us all. Oh, and he waved my lad over the line winning a pedal car race.