He used to be a Young One
I was stood outside the World’s End in Camden, chatting to a lass I hung around with at the time, who just happened to be Scouse as well. Both of us were on the verge of being unable to stand and were clinging onto a railing for support.

While we were chatting, I see a fat, bald bloke walking towards us. Immediately, my under the influence mind went “you know him, he’s famous, what [i]is[/i] his name?” Because I was well away, I started doing that “clicking your fingers, pointing and going ‘erm’” thing.

He spotted me doing this and made eye contact, giving a half smile when he realised I couldn’t remember who he was. As he drew level I shouted “Hey, aren’t you Benito Mussolini?”

This stopped him in his tracks and he laughed and said “you can’t remember my name, can you mate?”
I slurred, “Nope, when you were walking towards me, all I could think of was saying ‘who is that fat bastard?’, but remembered the Mussolini thing at the last minute”
He laughed again and said “you look too young to remember that, still can’t remember my name though, can you?”
I just said “No, but didn’t you kill my brother?”
He laughed once more and shook my hand and said “you have a good night, mate. Though you look like you’ve had a good one already”, and did what I can only describe as “leered” at my mate.

At about 5 the next morning, my friend poked me awake, muttered “Alexi Sale” and went back to sleep.

Seemed like a nice bloke. Remarkable lack of a Scouse accent though...
(ScousersPet, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 11:49, Reply)