Three for the price of one
Many years ago before sloth and beer had taken their toll, I used to frequent a circuit training class. The trainer also had a lot of rich, personal clients apart from us sweaty plebian gym rats.

And so it came to pass, and I have no idea how, that at a social event/meal arranged by said trainer I found myself on a table along with Jools Holland, George Harrison, and a motor racing magnate who may have shared the same name as a recently divorced model, the one with the surgically enhanced top bollocks.

Mr Holland was much as you might imagine, a very pleasant chap, no side to him at all.
Mr Harrison also, except it was difficult to make small talk as I kept wanting to ask him "So, what was it like being a Beatle then?" Only iron self control prevented me from doing so.

The motor racing magnate was, sad to say, a boring opinionated twat who like the sound of his own voice. Which was strange as he comes across very differently when plonked in front of a TV camera or a microphone.

Still, an interesting evening, and the nearest I've been to any celebrities, unless you count me getting Johnny Morris' autograph when I was about nine years old.
(Snabblim Dropfritt, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 14:35, 1 reply)

Jools Holland
"Mr Holland was much as you might imagine, a very pleasant chap, no side to him at all".

Odd, I always imagine him as a slimy unctious twat. The man truly gives me the creeps.
(kitescreech still here, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 18:34, closed)