I sold coke to one of the Gallaghers.

I was working at a pub in leafy Buckinghamshire during my gap year and who should walk in but Liam/Noel Gallagher, well one of them. Because it was a nice day he was sitting out side with his maybe kid, and because he is so very famous he was sitting right at the end of the garden. I didn’t recognise which ever one it was while I took his order and as he needed a table number to order food I sent him all the way back to his table to get it. He didn’t complain or anything. Then when he ordered his fizzy black drinks I finally recognised him, but I didn’t say anything.

Then when my work mate took his food out she hit the kid over the head with the massive tray she was carrying.

I like to think that its the combination of me making him walk an extra few hundred yards and his new kid getting twatted over the head that made him never come back.

Good times in a sleepy pub.

Also...
I was at a Foo Fighters gig at Wembley a year or so back (maybe two) and got chucked out to the seating at the side for crowd surfing, go me. Then when Dave Grohl played his little solo bit during some song or other he ran off the stage past the front row and then up to where all us naughty people were, I ruffled his hair.

And at a QOTSA gig people had sex on my back, but they weren’t famous.

I also got mock spat on by Mike Patton at a Tomahawk gig for shouting about Mr Bungle (his former better than Faith No More band) while he was setting up his sampler.

I got a song dedicated to me by a my ex girl friends friends band, but hasnt everybody?

I have no length as I tried to shave my balls and am now a eunuch, sob sob.
(mr ruffles, Wed 2 Mar 2005, 1:34, Reply)