
Whilst at school we had a field trip to the Ironbridge Gorge museum. Oddly enough kids TV presenter Johnny Ball happened to pick the same day to make a visit. We were rather excited and crowded round asking questions. Johnny took this rather well and held an impromptu lecture. This was all fun and games until a kid at the back threw a small rock at his head. Silence fell for a moment then Mr Ball blew a gasket and did the whole "no one is leaving until I get a confession" routine. Er.. typing this out makes me feel rather sorry for the chap. Anyway - can you beat that?
( , Wed 14 Apr 2004, 19:06)
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It was at a charity bash on Leicester square in 1995, I was working on a west-end show at the time (I'm a musician) All the shows had a stand in Leicester Square one saturday afternoon doing different fund raising things.
Day was promoting 'Summer Holiday - The Musical' and we were drowning him out.
He sent a lackey first, who I told to fuck off, then he himself came over in a big luvvy strop, giving it the "do you know who I am?" routine.
I didn't give him the satisfaction of admitting I knew who he was, but I did say " I don't care if you're the pope mate, fuck off and shut up".
He fucked off, but as far as I know, he still hasn't shut up.
( , Thu 15 Apr 2004, 16:44, Reply)
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