I wasn't rude my friend was
I was nice ;o)

Many years ago I worked at Glastonbury in the backstage bar. It was the year when they introduced the "new bands stage" our bar was behind that one. It was on the Saturday and I was on the 1st shift. I was out in the bar sorting out ashtrays, chairs & tables when a portly grey haired bearded bloke passed me on the way to the bar. I was beside myself with excitement it was none other than John Peel. He approached the bar, Lindy (her and her hubby ran the bars) was behind the bar. Tenner in hand he stepped up

"can I have a pint of Bombardier bitter please" he said

"fuck off we're closed" shouted Lindy (we were about 2 mins off opening)

John's face fell an he began to stammer an apology. By this time I'd made my way over to Lindy "But it's John Peel!"

"I don't care who he is we're not open" and she went off to the truck with the barrels & stock.

So I served him a pint of bitter and we had a bit of a chat about this and that including who he was looking forward to seeing at the festival. It was truly strange having that voice that I'd heard so much talking directly to me.

In Lindy's defence she was 6 or 7 months pregnant and it was a wet/muddy Glasto so I can't imagine she was that comfy camping.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 12:20, 3 replies)

when i spoke to him
at a gig, i was also overwhelmed by 'that voice' speaking directly to me. the world is indeed a poorer place in his absence :(
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 12:24, closed)

I'm jealous
I so very nearly met the legend myself. a mate of mine was running a night in a disused tube station in the west end and mr peel was booked to play. as i was offering my services as a dogsbody for the evening, i'd definitely be able to pop over and say hello. but then he died just before the night, and then the night got cancelled because of some shitty legal nonsense. and then the lead singer of coil, who were also due to play, fell off a balcony in germany and died on the night he was meant to be there. so it went a bit wrong really.
(Alphabet Soap boshboshboshbosh, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 13:43, closed)

I met him backstage at Reading one year (shortly before the Stone Roses, er, imploded)
and was too starstruck to do more than gibber at him

he was lovely about it though
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 13:43, closed)