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Rob writes, "My photoshop claim to fame: the way the crop tool greys out the rest of the image? That was my idea. I sent it to the Abobe features request thing back in ooh probably about 1998. (After spending a frustrating day cropping images for a dull
website, and wishing the tool worked better.)"

What crappy claims to fame can you make?

(, Thu 24 Feb 2005, 12:49)
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Del from FONO
I used to work with and I am friends with the lead singer of FONO, Del Currie. Fucking top bloke he is, funny as fuck.

If you dont know who FONO are check em out
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 16:23, Reply)
Some stuff.
A few that are a bit crap.

My old band supported The Candyheads. I don't know how siginificant that is because I'm not sure how famous they are, but they seem relatively established (if now nonexistent). That was a good night though.

A good friend of mine is mates with Gemma from Babyshambles (though she's not in them now or whatever), and I met her once or twice.

Also, one of the Bee-Gees (I forget which one, the beardy one I think) once tripped over my younger brother. We were out for a walk and he fell over his pram. That is clearly the most awesome of the three. Rock on.

(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 15:43, Reply)
I have been a model for a character in 2000ad, appeared alongside 'Mean Machine'. A good mate from college is/was a cartoon artist and he took some photos of me in various poses for the strip. One of the only 2000ad artists that uses oils ....

I also used to knock about with Vic Reeves first wife ....

Sorry for mirth
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 15:43, Reply)
hardly my claim to fame
but one of my best mates is one of the inventors of the process by which holograms get printed on banknotes at the same time as the ink (rather than being stuck on afterwards like they used to be). The people in his lab had been trying to work out a way of doing it for ages with no success. In frustration they went down and had a very boozy lunch, gained alcohol fuelled inspiration and scribbled the whole process on the back of a fag packet.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 15:30, Reply)
Incredibles with Bedingfield
Another Bedingfield story:

A friend of mine was in Milton Keynes watching The Incredibles at the cinema. A loud shouty goon sitting 3 rows in front of him jumped up and down and shouted whenever anything happened on the screen. Turns out it was Bedingfield.
Turns out he has ADD.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:59, Reply)
Photo Album.
I think I might have the larget photo album on www.friendsreunited.co.uk.
If curiosity bit at you, You'd be wanting to look up someone who worked at JCB transmissions in wrexham.... in Manufacturing Engineering you would.

EDIT: and all of a sudden, the Friends Reunited website jams up... moahh hahaha
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:38, Reply)
Enoch Powell
Met him in Westminster, purely by chance, when I was a child on a trip up town with my Aunt. It was a book signing in the grounds of St Margarets Chapel. It was a profound moment because I'm now a nazi.

(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:35, Reply)
Bombhead from Hollyoaks
No shortage of Holloyaks stories I'm sure, but a mate of my little brother knows bombhead and he comes down to visit our parochial little town every so often. The last time was Boxing Day. He started drinking in the local pub at around 1pm and by closing time was a complete mess and had tried to start a fight with just about every regular.
He also had the gayest hair I have ever seen.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:32, Reply)
Was once out with a few mates in Bath. When I went to get in my round the bar was particularly busy, but there was a freindly enough chap who I stood talking to for about 15 minutes while I waited to get served.

When I got back to my mates, they were very quick to inform me that i'd been talking to Egg from This Life. Who, from what? was my reply.

Of course I know who Andrew Lincoln is now, was nice that he wasn't too up himself.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:22, Reply)
mmmm. flowery.
You know those annoying "pretty" Hacynthe Bucket style floral designs that have been with us for years and years? they turn up on your grandma's curtains, sofas, wallpapers and in the most horiffic cases: Carpets..... well, That was my grand-dad that was... Some of the most famous floral patterns were painted by him (A.J.Baker) when he worked for a fabric company. My parents have the original water-colours at home. To cap it off, my parents have a suite at home with it on... (and people ask why I moved to Sweden...)

I apologise. I know they suck.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:13, Reply)
Sue Cook
My fifth-year form teacher got a mention in The Sun for being involved in a love triangle with TV's Sue Cook. We only found out because the story was on page three.

And my maths teacher at the same school was one of the British airmen out of 'Allo 'Allo.

Oh - and I when I worked on computer games mags we used to deal with a PR man who later made it into the papers after being arrested in an FBI paedo sting when he turned up at a hotel thinking he was going to boff a 13-year-old.

(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:12, Reply)
Oh, and I was on Top Of The Pops
about two or three years ago. I went with a friend who wore a white T-shirt reading "I'm Andy Vasey". And I wore a T-shirt reading "I'm not Andy Vasey". Front row when Geri was singing some shit song with some guys with red hair and stuff. Thought it was funny at the time. Looking back, it's nearly grimace-inducing.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:01, Reply)
Bollocks with Bedingfield.
D. Bedingfield (shouting at me, apropos of nothing): 'BOLLARD IS A GREAT WORD, ISN'T IT?'


Only later did I find out who I was talking to. This was our only exchange of the night. Or ever, in fact.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:01, Reply)
How to fail Physics
A chap whom I know of was in the 2nd year of his Physics degree at Cambridge. This is, of course, reason enough to hate him.

However, his tenure at Cambridge almost ended in indignity and infamy. Y'see, as is the wont of sponging students, he travelled everywhere by bike. And, as is the way with self-absorbed me-monkeys such as this fellow, he showed roughly the same consideration to other road users and pedestrians as was shown to the inhabitants of Fallujah by American gunships.

One day, whilst hurtling along the path by the banks of the Cam, he failed to notice a wheelchair turning in front of him.

I'll say that again; the idiotic gimboid didn't notice a FUCKING WHEELCHAIR. Whether this was because of the aforementioned lack of consideration, or because of a nazi-like hatred of the disabled, I never found out.

Anyway, the wheelchair was spilled over, and it's occupant was hurled toward the River Cam. As fortune would have it, the bodywronged chap stopped just short of his seemingly inevitable watery grave.

So my friend, after having been harangued by the lady accompanying the chap in the wheelchair, went to help him back into his chariot.

As he said later, "It's not every day that you come face to face with Dr Stephen Hawking mere moments after nearly causing his death..."
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 14:00, Reply)
I went to
a poledancing championship final at Spearmint Rhino last night. The DVD is free with the next edition of Loaded.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 13:55, Reply)
Celebrity scowls
1. Phil Collins in Richmond. Celebrity midget.
2. Juliet Stephenson when we ruined a take of "Truly, Madly, Deeply" - the one where she's hopping down the South Bank. Stuck up cow.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 13:19, Reply)
How do you stop a celebrity smelling? Hold their noses, boom boom
Mrs Hunter from Holyoakes once stroked my (rather fetching) crushed velvet jacket that I had just bought from Oxfam, whilst making appreciative cooing noises. I told her that it smelled of dead people and she dutifully started sniffing me. Shame she's only Mrs Hunter from Holyoakes, not say, Madonna. Would have made a better story if I had had a good sniffing from Madonna. Hey ho.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 13:14, Reply)
Robbie Willaims
My wife and I plus some friends managed to blag our way into hospitality at the Robbie Williams gig @ Hampden Stadium, Glasgow a few years back. Any one there will know it lasted forever with various acts on before RW, now as this was an all day event with kids so there was not alot of booze around....except in hospitality, now my wife, bless her got a bit pi55ed and just before RW came on stage they announced the bar was closing...not to be left enpty handed she made a mad dash for the bar knocking the lead singer and guitarist of Toploader out of the way.....after security being call we were asked to leave hospitality. Good news is my wife did get her drink !!!!
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 13:12, Reply)
So that means that your Grandad's Sister's Daughter's son was also the excellent lead guitarist in Ride, then?

Much cooler.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 12:09, Reply)
I once pulled Danni Minogue.

She very nearly fell off the stage. Her own silly fault for sticking her hand into a crowd of long-armed students, I guess....
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 12:09, Reply)
Mollie Sugden
I was Molly Sugden's bridesmaid
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 11:42, Reply)
Oasis Relation

My Granddad's sister's daughter's son is Andy Bell, bass player in Oasis. This makes him my second cousin once removed. I think. Never met him.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 11:40, Reply)
My Mum's uncles was Cary Grant's best man
At his first wedding when he was still Archibold Leach. He went on to become the PR guy for Cary, Debra Carr and lots of other famous film stars at the time.

After he died my Nan found boxes of memorabilia; personal letters from the stars, signed photos, tickets to premiere's etc. Being a pragmatist she thought that he wouldn't need them any more so burned them (along with my Mum's teddy bears). This is obvsiously years before Ebay.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 11:36, Reply)
Southampton TV
My claim to fame is that i was promoting a band i had booked for a charity gig and i had booked them to go on a Whats Happening type program on the local TV station. It was advertised on posters and stuff around the town.

The night they were going on we running late so i just wore a hoddie tatty jeans and didn't bother doing my hair. when we got to the station they said that they wanted me to go in with the band. They made my sit next to the host.

So there's me tatty tramp punk boy always on camera talking about a charity gig.

Looked like i was the one that needed the charity!
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 11:16, Reply)
Good Community Policing
My mate is a copper down in London and it was him that nicked, a certain hairy lead singer of oasis after the Brits a few years ago. Him and a few other coppers were in the meatwagon driving around and seen a drunk bloke staggering home. As they drove by they realised who it was. Lets go back round the block, stop and have some fun, they thought. So me mate was elected to hop out and question him about what he was doing, where he was going, while pretending not to know who he was. Did a quick search of him, oh bugger, what has he found? Some dodgy substance. That took the edge off the fun as he now knew he had a mountain of paperwork to look forward too.

Whoops a daisies.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 10:33, Reply)
Patrick Moore once failed to give me an opinion
When I was a little geek my mummy took me to see one of his shows on the planets and so on. He basically recited his latest book, which I was conned into buying at the show. Then afterwards he did a signing. I asked him something along the lines of "do you think there is life on mars", to which he responded "some people think there may be and some people think there may not be" and I was then rushed away. Cheers Patrick, I knew that already. Fucking UKIP supporting cunt.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 10:31, Reply)
On a cold winters night when I worked as a waiter...
...I served (Scottish comedienne and sketch show star) Karen Dunbar dessert! A small chocolate gateaux if I remember correctly.

Gateaux is hard to spell.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 10:14, Reply)
Steve Turner. Mudhoney. Big Muff.
I was at a Mudhoney gig in Manchester and the mighty Steve Turner was setting up his effects pedals at the front of the stage, pre-show. I shouted "Oi Steve, show me yer big muff!". Steve promptly did show me his Big Muff and pulled the campest face this side of Are You Being Served, you know the one, pursed lips and finger pointed at cheek. He flashed me a nice cheeky grin afterwards too. Aww, he's great Steve.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 10:08, Reply)
johnny leeze...
ned out of emmerdale, my missus once ate a mars bar that she found at the side of his bed in his caravan at the fitties. What was she doing there you may ask, she used to babysit his kids when she was 15 or so as he lived down the road in cleethorpes and when the family went to the fitties they took her as a treat. Anyway, back to the mars bar - at the time she didnt think why it was opened, and partially melted into a cylindrical shape so i guess the real claim to fame is my missus has tasted ned glovers wifes fanny juice.
Oh, and john hurt used to babysit her and her brothers many years ago.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 10:00, Reply)

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