I sent Tom Robinson (of Radio 6 and 2-4-6-8 Motorway fame) an email a few weeks ago. He didn’t reply.
In my youth Dave Lee Travis came to open some Music/Hifi store locally. I offered him some sweets (in some strange paedo role reversal) and he took loads.
Warwick Davis ignored me at Heathrow when I said hello. Wish I’d patted him on the head the little shit.
Tony Blackburn and Keith Chegwin were a delight on a flight between Vegas and L.A. Old school see.
Warwick Davis gave you the high hat?
I once saw Richard Stilgoe in a bookshop in London. He didn’t mug me off in any way, but to this day I haven’t forgiven myself for not tearing his head off with my bear hands.
Bob Carolgees once told me to fuck off in Weston Supermare.
You have hands like Bearsy?!
Jack Hargreaves nearly ran me over.
I once served Chris Tarrant when I was working on the tills in Safeway, he was quite riude.
My Man Utd supporting mate, autograph book at the ready, was once told to bugger off by Bobby Charlton.
Crestfallen, he then ran over to Brian Kidd who promptly told him to fuck off.
Mind you, Saints had just beaten the sore losers.
Saw Gary Linneker at Surbiton station, a few years back. Offered him a crisp and he called me a cheeky bastard.
Tbf, they weren’t Walkers, so I can understand…
I’ve never met Lineker, but I am quite interested in making the exclamation:-
"By Gary Lineker’s beard!"
…a thing.
To be said whenever Doc Brown might have said “Great Scott!”.
@pap What about when Marty McFly says Heavy, what should we use then…P.S. until you sort out the embedded quotes when quoting I quoteth no more…
Originally posted by @JBoy
Originally posted by @Fowllyd
I once saw Richard Stilgoe in a bookshop in London. He didn’t mug me off in any way, but to this day I haven’t forgiven myself for not tearing his head off with my bear hands.
You have hands like Bearsy?!
This requires a twin response I think. First, I shall have put myself into purdah for that appalling solipsism. Second (and this removes me from purdah with one mighty deus ex machina), my hands would indeed become like those of a grizzly if I had the chance to tear off Richard Stilgoe’s smug head.
After an away match at Arsenal, a mate & I saw Matt Lucas of Little Britain fame, coming out the ground towards us. Mate pointed at him, looked at me and said “look there’s…”. Before he got chance to finish his sentence, Lucas (who’s now level with us) says “fuck off you cunts”. Charming.