Last year
on one of our impromptu little visits to town, we came across the unlikeliest of people.

I live in a little rural village about 30 miles south of Glasgow. There's not much to do round here, so my friends and I would often just bugger off to Glasgow when the mood struck, get pie eyed and sleep on my mates' sister's floor.

One sunday, the notion hit us. We went to town, got a taxi to Sauchiehall street and went into Campus. A few drinks later, and I thought I'd been spiked. Who comes walking out on stage and starts singing his own insane songs?

None other than Dr. Karl Kennedy from Neighbours.

He paraded around for a bit, sang a few songs written by his own fair hand, among which was "Susie K", a song about what a twat his character was for cheating on his wife. He also had a bit of banter with crowd, most of which boiled down to "Look! It's me! That guy off the telly!" I think he was pissed.

Afterwards, he went upstairs and signed a few autographs and had a drink with some of his fans. He seemed a bloody nice bloke.

We didn't bother going up, though.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 20:35, Reply)