heroes, possibly not.
These guys aren't exactly heroes of mine, but I used to work in a theatre Oop north and got to meet my fair share of c-listers.

The only one that stands out as being the nicest guy I could hope to meet was Bernie Clifton (of stupid emu riding fame). No stories about it, he was just a really nice guy.

The biggest wanker it has ever been my misfortune to meet was Keith Harris. I was working the panto one year with him and Grotbags (carol someone, I can't recall her second name) And I had a massive asthma attack and was rushed to hospital. While I was in hospital. My flat was burgled and everything was nicked including my wages for the panto (which quite a lot) from the theatre and my car (presumably to put everything in). Everyone had a whip round and the turns put in money that was proportional to their salary (hey, I was a nice guy and tried to help in any way possible). That miserable tight arsed twat put in £2. I wish I'd glued the bastard green turd's beak closed now instead of bottling it at the last moment.

Oh and another nice person was Berri (or Becka as she is really called) You might remeber 'Sunshine after the rain' a fair few years ago. Got to No. 1 or something. She was doing panto and afterwards invited me and my then missus down to stay in her pad in London. Never did take her up on the offer.

POP!
(Mark S., Fri 26 May 2006, 13:24, Reply)