I stalked John Peel a week before he died.
Stood looking at the river that runs through Tewkesbury a tall fellow moves up beside me for a few moments. "He looks familiar." I said to the wife,"Hold up... isn't that John Peel?"

She shrugged indifference but I had to know!

A double-time walk toward the direction he'd headed and we'd soon caught up with this chap... he certainly looked like John Peel but I had to know for sure!

Then he opened his gob and there was no doubt it was he. I was happy. He died a week later, I'm almost sure it was nothing to do with me.

Something similar happened with Noddy holder who was 'enjoying' a meal with his kids on the Silk Road McDonalds in Macclesfield... Once he opened his gob there was no doubt who it was. In this case Noddy Holder didn't die a week after though.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 9:44, Reply)