And it was such a close game, real nip and tuck, back and forth. Afterwards, in an attempt to create a Japanese style ambience despite COVID constraints, they all watched a monster movie and then visited a karaoke bar. So a real ding dong ping pong King Kong sing song.
It was a book signing for his autobiography, he wasn’t too enthused especially when I produced a VU and Nico cover for him to also sign. He did scrawl something on it though.
Not a rock star, but two Fridays ago, saw Deborah Meaden outside a small restaurant in Somerset. She didn’t come in. She probably wasn’t hungry, or perhaps had already eaten?
Where I gather they had a French theme, with all tables given a different French day or month rather than the usual numbers. When it came to ordering at the till, Deborah identified herself thus: ‘I’m Aout’
Possible too that Ms. Meaden had seen that our all-day breakfast – which was very toothsome, I must say – had the baked beans on the plate with the rest, and not in a separate receptacle. Perhaps, like my partner, she didn’t want to construct a sausage and bacon dam to prevent bean juice touching the egg?
*Casio keyboard noises*
‘When I’m on tour I have to stop for meals along the way,
At services and pubs and at cafés,
Full-English is my meal of choice, in the hours before midday,
Eggs, sos, hash and bacon, please
Served up nice and hot,
But does Deborah Meaden’s breakfast have the beans upon her plate,
Or brought to table in a little pot?’
Glenn Hoddle was in our village the other day. I wasn’t too sure at first but he was in shorts and when he turned you could see a truly frightening scar from top to bottom, the kind of scar that only comes via wartime or professional sport.
Didn’t see him but Mick Fleetwood was in a local pub the other week.
Oh, and the Sainted Dave’s best mate from school is knocking around again.
Feel free to disbelieve this because even now I find it beyond remarkable.
A good few years ago when I worked in central London and cd’s we’re still a thing, I had a wont to peg up from the South Bank up to Fopp on Earlham Street to get a copy of Clockwork Angels by Rush.
It’s a good stride, especially on a lunch break, but I fancied the wander up.
I’d crossed the Covent Garden plaza and was approaching the crossing at Long Acre when I caught sight of a skinny long-haired man in round glasses in a huddle of I shall assume wife and daughters.
My Rush-obsessed friend met Geddy Lee on Hungerford Bridge. He had a good 20 seconds to collect himself because he saw him approach. He stopped and chatted and was a very nice man.
When it comes to rudeness, though, no-one beats Neil Diamond. I was in the queue at Lidl, next in line, when the FIBJ hitmaker pushed in front of me with his basket. The woman on the checkout spotted this, and politely said ‘Who’s next?”
I immediately said ‘I am!’ but Diamond stayed where he was.
‘I said..I am!’
The rudest man in pop smiled and said ‘It’s usually Sweet Caroline these days, what with the football and all, but it’s great to hear you’re a proper fan!’
Had that Paul McCartney feller call round the other day.
He kept on knocking at the door, kept on ringing the ball.
In the end I had no choice but to open the door and let him in.
And he brought Jet from Gladiators along too … which was nice
Not a rock star and if you check your notes you’ll know I’ve told this here at least once before.
I inadvertently stalked rock journo and ty pundit Paul Morley over about 10 days in 2005.
I first saw him at the bar of The Lyric Theatre Hammersmith during the interval at a Richard Thompson gig.
That same weekend he was stood in front of me at the till in the Heathrow Terminal 5 branch of Dixon’s. I was waiting to pay for some headphones. Not sure what he was buying, but I could have asked him because I later saw him sitting a few rows in front of me on the same flight to New York.
The following week I was back in London and very likely on my way back up to bloody Fopp again, had just crossed The Strand and saw him talking on his mobile outside The Lyceum.
I kind of “stalked” Mark Ellen, he stood in front of me at a Rolling Stones concert (with very tall Anton Corbijn) at Shepherd’s Bush Empire, then saw him on a plane from London to Montreal (he was in cattle class on his way to interview Rufus Wainwright), then finally met him on a boat on the Thames.
Remember once at work a colleague who I didn’t get along with (I know, I know, there were a lot to choose from!) remarked to my boss that the only time he’d ever seen me outside work was in the pub.
Soon wiped the smirk off the smug git’s face when I remarked how extraordinary it was that the only time I’d ever seen him outside the office, he was in the pub himself.
Perhaps he still is? After the Lyceum Incident he may have become a master of disguise. I’ve seen loads of people since then. He could be ANY ONE of them.
Wait a minute… you said ‘how do you know he wasn’t?’ Past tense. How do you know he isn’t stalking me anymore? You’re him! In disguise!
I’ve never met anyone famous in the supermarket but I did see Woody Allen (and Soon Yi) at the Rolling Stones exhibition a few years ago. Think I was the only one who noticed as I was standing in the hallway waiting for someone when they suddenly entered from a side door with several attentive staff members. They were quickly ushered back through the same door when some people walked past. It was all very odd.
Don’t know if this counts but walking past Barrington Road in Crouch End there was a car parked with WOM on its numberplate. Oh Barry Wom must live here I thought.
Yesterday leaving Muswell Hill another car with WOM on the numberplate parked behind us, oh and I followed Michael Rosen up the street as he pulled his shopping trolley.
Lodestone of Wrongness says
Just had a coffee down in the village with Elvis Costello. He had to leave early, some bird called Krall?, but he was on good form
Martin Hairnet says
Was Nick there too? He still owes you an apology.
Lodestone of Wrongness says
Bastard came in, looked over, totally ignored me and went and sat with Kylie
Moose the Mooche says
I’ve been out in the garden with Mud.
Martin Hairnet says
Feet of clay or feet of tiger?
Wilson Wilson says
Not today, but I saw Justin Currie playing table-tennis last week.
Moose the Mooche says
Del Amitri were part of Team GB? respect!
Barry Blue says
And it was such a close game, real nip and tuck, back and forth. Afterwards, in an attempt to create a Japanese style ambience despite COVID constraints, they all watched a monster movie and then visited a karaoke bar. So a real ding dong ping pong King Kong sing song.
Lodestone of Wrongness says
If that’s all your own work – chapeau duly doffed!
Barry Blue says
A pal just told me he bumped into the Modfather himself, frontman of The Jam and Style Council. I was very impressed. ‘Weller, huh?! Tell me more!’
Moose the Mooche says
He does have a car, apparently.
Barry Blue says
And apparently he was already wearing appropriate footwear when they went bowling in the arcade.
dai says
I thought I saw actor Tom Hollander here on Prince Edward Island on Sat, but it probably wasn’t
(Met John Cale in Cardiff once, he wasn’t very nice)
eddie g says
Yeah, did a ‘down the line’ interview with him once and he was so boring we didn’t use it. Still. Legend.
dai says
It was a book signing for his autobiography, he wasn’t too enthused especially when I produced a VU and Nico cover for him to also sign. He did scrawl something on it though.
Moose the Mooche says
“I love that record you did about Cocaine… I thought you were American, to be honest” etc
Freddy Steady says
Arf⬆️
GCU Grey Area says
Not a rock star, but two Fridays ago, saw Deborah Meaden outside a small restaurant in Somerset. She didn’t come in. She probably wasn’t hungry, or perhaps had already eaten?
Channelling my inner John Shuttleworth again.
Barry Blue says
It may have been that she’d already had some treacle sponge, so coming n for a savoury main was no longer an option.
Moose the Mooche says
…she’d already stopped at a carvery.
Barry Blue says
Where I gather they had a French theme, with all tables given a different French day or month rather than the usual numbers. When it came to ordering at the till, Deborah identified herself thus: ‘I’m Aout’
Black Celebration says
Bloody hell that was a bit of a stretch.
GCU Grey Area says
Possible too that Ms. Meaden had seen that our all-day breakfast – which was very toothsome, I must say – had the baked beans on the plate with the rest, and not in a separate receptacle. Perhaps, like my partner, she didn’t want to construct a sausage and bacon dam to prevent bean juice touching the egg?
Moose the Mooche says
Sausage and bacon dam… outstanding image. And gives me an idea for a children’s book about some resourceful beavers who live next to a meat factory.
GCU Grey Area says
‘Ooof, good point Ken…’
GCU Grey Area says
*Casio keyboard noises*
‘When I’m on tour I have to stop for meals along the way,
At services and pubs and at cafés,
Full-English is my meal of choice, in the hours before midday,
Eggs, sos, hash and bacon, please
Served up nice and hot,
But does Deborah Meaden’s breakfast have the beans upon her plate,
Or brought to table in a little pot?’
Boneshaker says
I was chatting to Gerry Rafferty in Asda this morning.
Martin Hairnet says
By George?
Moose the Mooche says
….even London grooves.
Pump up the volume, pump up the volume
Dug-a-dug-dug-dug
Pump that bass
Im nin aluuuuuu….
….I’m terribly sorry.
deramdaze says
Glenn Hoddle was in our village the other day. I wasn’t too sure at first but he was in shorts and when he turned you could see a truly frightening scar from top to bottom, the kind of scar that only comes via wartime or professional sport.
Didn’t see him but Mick Fleetwood was in a local pub the other week.
Oh, and the Sainted Dave’s best mate from school is knocking around again.
duco01 says
If you didn’t actually see Mick Fleetwood, are you sure it wasn’t just rumours….?
Jaygee says
@duc01
Tsk!
Black Type says
No, it’s the usual sweet little lies.
JQW says
I’ve seen the odd midge whilst walking along the banks of the River Ure.
Moose the Mooche says
There’s urban wildlife everywhere these days – I saw a foxx in the John.
Barry Blue says
When I went to a Fruitarian Festival a few years ago I saw a cougar in the John at the Melon Camp
Moose the Mooche says
I know, she jumped on me.
It was quite a few years ago. Serves me right for going to the melon camp. As for the Jugs Festival…. just a load of pottery.
Beezer says
Feel free to disbelieve this because even now I find it beyond remarkable.
A good few years ago when I worked in central London and cd’s we’re still a thing, I had a wont to peg up from the South Bank up to Fopp on Earlham Street to get a copy of Clockwork Angels by Rush.
It’s a good stride, especially on a lunch break, but I fancied the wander up.
I’d crossed the Covent Garden plaza and was approaching the crossing at Long Acre when I caught sight of a skinny long-haired man in round glasses in a huddle of I shall assume wife and daughters.
Geddy Lee.
Gatz says
And you said, ‘Can’t stop Geddy – I’m in a rush.’ ‘Same here mate, same here.’
Beezer says
I’ll say that next time I run into him. Won’t be long now, surely.
Twelve minutes past nine perhaps
Freddy Steady says
ISWYDT.
Black Celebration says
My Rush-obsessed friend met Geddy Lee on Hungerford Bridge. He had a good 20 seconds to collect himself because he saw him approach. He stopped and chatted and was a very nice man.
Beezer says
Good for him. I didn’t bother to contemplate talking to him because the truth would have made me sound a raving looney.
‘Geddy! I’m just on my way to buy your new album! Honest! Bye then!’
Moose the Mooche says
I met Jon Anderson in Aldi.
“I love that band you used to be in…”
“Yes?”
“I said I love that band you used… hey, stop hitting me with that very reasonably priced paddling pool!”
Black Celebration says
I like that story but I can’t think of a word to describe it.
Barry Blue says
I met Lionel Ritchie in Sainsbury’s.
‘I bet you can’t guess my favourite Commodores’ song’
‘Easy?’
‘Go on, then, if you’re so f****** clever’
That sort of arrogance really put me off him.
Moose the Mooche says
…and he asked if it was him you were looking for.
Rigid Digit says
He was down the cheese aisle.
“Is it Brie you’re looking for”
Diddley Farquar says
Halloumi
Moose the Mooche says
….cheesey like Sunday Morning.
Barry Blue says
When it comes to rudeness, though, no-one beats Neil Diamond. I was in the queue at Lidl, next in line, when the FIBJ hitmaker pushed in front of me with his basket. The woman on the checkout spotted this, and politely said ‘Who’s next?”
I immediately said ‘I am!’ but Diamond stayed where he was.
‘I said..I am!’
The rudest man in pop smiled and said ‘It’s usually Sweet Caroline these days, what with the football and all, but it’s great to hear you’re a proper fan!’
Black Type says
Did this happen recently, on a hot August night?
Moose the Mooche says
Everyone thought he was rude, even the chair.
Diddley Farquar says
I heard he’s not so fragrant what with wearing the same jeans all the time.
Rigid Digit says
Had that Paul McCartney feller call round the other day.
He kept on knocking at the door, kept on ringing the ball.
In the end I had no choice but to open the door and let him in.
And he brought Jet from Gladiators along too … which was nice
davebigpicture says
You did him a favour then?
Black Type says
So you had to suffer a Jet?
Beezer says
Not a rock star and if you check your notes you’ll know I’ve told this here at least once before.
I inadvertently stalked rock journo and ty pundit Paul Morley over about 10 days in 2005.
I first saw him at the bar of The Lyric Theatre Hammersmith during the interval at a Richard Thompson gig.
That same weekend he was stood in front of me at the till in the Heathrow Terminal 5 branch of Dixon’s. I was waiting to pay for some headphones. Not sure what he was buying, but I could have asked him because I later saw him sitting a few rows in front of me on the same flight to New York.
The following week I was back in London and very likely on my way back up to bloody Fopp again, had just crossed The Strand and saw him talking on his mobile outside The Lyceum.
We haven’t seen each other since.
dai says
Saw him once in Virgin Megastore on Oxford St
I kind of “stalked” Mark Ellen, he stood in front of me at a Rolling Stones concert (with very tall Anton Corbijn) at Shepherd’s Bush Empire, then saw him on a plane from London to Montreal (he was in cattle class on his way to interview Rufus Wainwright), then finally met him on a boat on the Thames.
Jaygee says
@Beezer
How do you know he wasn’t stalking you?
Remember once at work a colleague who I didn’t get along with (I know, I know, there were a lot to choose from!) remarked to my boss that the only time he’d ever seen me outside work was in the pub.
Soon wiped the smirk off the smug git’s face when I remarked how extraordinary it was that the only time I’d ever seen him outside the office, he was in the pub himself.
Beezer says
God, that’s chilling. He may have been.
Perhaps he still is? After the Lyceum Incident he may have become a master of disguise. I’ve seen loads of people since then. He could be ANY ONE of them.
Wait a minute… you said ‘how do you know he wasn’t?’ Past tense. How do you know he isn’t stalking me anymore? You’re him! In disguise!
It all fits! The case is sol-ved.
Black Celebration says
I met Lol Tolhurst in Tescos.
Nice enough bloke but he didn’t make me laugh at all.
Jaygee says
@Black-Celebration
Not surprised, there’s nothing especially funny about Tesco’s cured meats section
Moose the Mooche says
…notwithstanding a cheeky chorizo.
Diddley Farquar says
I saw Fanny by gaslight.
sarah says
I’ve never met anyone famous in the supermarket but I did see Woody Allen (and Soon Yi) at the Rolling Stones exhibition a few years ago. Think I was the only one who noticed as I was standing in the hallway waiting for someone when they suddenly entered from a side door with several attentive staff members. They were quickly ushered back through the same door when some people walked past. It was all very odd.
hubert rawlinson says
Don’t know if this counts but walking past Barrington Road in Crouch End there was a car parked with WOM on its numberplate. Oh Barry Wom must live here I thought.
Yesterday leaving Muswell Hill another car with WOM on the numberplate parked behind us, oh and I followed Michael Rosen up the street as he pulled his shopping trolley.