A Cheeky Pea

The small town I currently reside in is also the home of Sir Bob Gelfof. Now, Sir Bob has lived here long enough that most local people are aware he is around and pay little or no attention to him. He gets no special treatment about the town, and has to queue up for his shopping in tesco just like everyone else.

Just after I finished school, my first job was pulling pints in a pub which was great fun, Sir Bob used to use this pub as his local as it is walking distance from his house. One evening as were just calling time and the punters were thinking about making their way home, Sir Bob sidles over and asks for a final pint for the night. No problem, pour his drink and place it down on the bar.

For some reason, to this day still unknown to me, rather than say 'that is £2.50 please' I just said in a slightly pleading voice and a not very convincing Irish accent "Give us your fockin' money!" The world stood still, I realized the gravity of what I had just said. I had just mocked one of the most famous charity fundraisers in the world. Luckily Bob cracked up and asked my name. We had a chat at the bar for a bit and after I finished my shift he invited me over for a couple of post shift beers.

We chatted about all sorts of stuff, including how I didn't really like the Boomtown Rats, thought Bono was a bit of a twat but how I am totally obsessed with Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' in which Geldof had a major part. I came in for a shift later on that week only to find a copy of 'The Wall' behind the bar signed by Geldof with the inscription 'Anthropos, I gave you my fucking money!'

Sadly a horrid pikey housemate stole my DVD and probably sold it. On the upside I still see Bob about town, he always says hi and remembers my name.
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 21:20, 8 replies)

My encounter with Bob
Great Story. I went to the Priory Fete a Bob's house one year and asked for his autograph, but I didn't have any paper, so I asked him to sign my arm. "Don't be so fucking stupid, you'll get ink poisoning was the reply".
(Nathalie Imbruglia's Cellist's Cello, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 22:43, closed)

Are you a Faversham person then?

( Anthropos Was making beer on, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 23:14, closed)

Bob
Lives in Faversham?
(dchurch bah, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 12:21, closed)

Yep,
He certainly does!

His house is at the Davington Priory, right next to the duck pond.
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Sun 11 Oct 2009, 17:06, closed)

Oooh
Favershamite! it's far too close to the dreaded 'Bourne though, don't you agree?

He was good friends with George Michael for a time. My friends Dad owned an electrical shop in faversham for many years and at the height of their fame they popped in to get something, to the shock of my then 14 year old friend.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 13:38, closed)

I think the correct terminology for a Faversham person is a
'Favershite'

The dreaded 'Bourne is pretty close too!

Good to see the Faversham b3tans out in force!
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Sun 11 Oct 2009, 17:13, closed)

I like this
mainly because it's bringing all the local b3tans out of the woodwork!

Bob always looks unwashed in Tesco.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 17:40, closed)

He looks a bit better these days
but in the early to mid 90's he was almost indistinguishable from a special-brew swilling hobo.
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Sun 11 Oct 2009, 17:15, closed)