I once saw
Jeremy Paxman in the Rain Bar in Manchester.

Camera Phones had just been invented so I followed him to the toilets to see if I could get a photo of us two.

Realising at the last second how uncouth this may have looked, i waited for him outside the Gents. 5 mins pass, and out steps Paxman, at which point i realise how red cheeked and stinkingly p!ssed he was. I didn’t ask for a picture, instead i just watched him attempt to walk up a flight of stairs back up to the bar, with his chin pointing at his chest and an umbrella used as a walking stick for balance. With each 2 steps up following a step backwards and down.

I almost could hear the music to step toe and son in the background.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 12:38, Reply)