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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Dan Le Sac v S.Pip just posted on their facebook that if anyone can be in Brick Lane on thursday afternoon, you can email them and appear in their new video.
Deatils: www.facebook.com/lesacvspip
Tell me about your brushes with fame !
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 12:46, 226 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
and thank you for the compliment.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 12:55, Reply)
Which is the same school that Ben Kay went to!
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 12:48, Reply)
He was fat. His wife had big fake breasts.
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JCVD even made a film about the fact that he was shit
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It'll be completely irrelivent to everything that's gone on.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:04, Reply)
Charisma Carpenter is though, I haven't seen her around for AGES
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:05, Reply)
she hasn't aged all that well. Then she got brutally killed.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:08, Reply)
she was only really notable because of her boobs.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:24, Reply)
The video was accidentally leaked, then I got my boobs done and now I've got a whole career from being a vacuous tart.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 12:58, Reply)
Jill Dando beat me to a parking space, the cheeky fucker.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:03, Reply)
she was very nice actually.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:04, Reply)
I'm not sure if I can take this new-character over-load at once.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:05, Reply)
it's still fucking awful
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"I bet you're loving this, you queer bastard!"
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:09, Reply)
They made a big song and dance about it being the first Late Night Hollyoaks, and swore mildly yet completely needlessly. It culminated with Luke (I think) being raped by the bully guy over the bonnet of his car. The bully even quoted the above line.
Luke then tried to kill himself, ineffectually.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:16, Reply)
Wiggy fancied her until she stopped being a little rock chick, now she's boring. I saw five mins of it last night after the Simpsons, I didn't think you could fit that many vapid bints into one programme.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:11, Reply)
I let her get served first then I gave her a weird look of recognition and she said "yes I'm on telly" and I went "oh right" and that was it.
/blog
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:15, Reply)
once collared Simon 'Fast Show' Day in a club, convinced she knew him from somewhere. It was excruciating.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:37, Reply)
Turns out it was Jordan.
I've also met Philippa Forester when she filmed at my school, and Dame Judi Dench when she stood outside Dixons (where I worked) to watch the Shakespeare's birthday parade.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:08, Reply)
for slagging off Jordan :)
What about telling the Queen to fuck off? Should you not include that picture on this thread too?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:35, Reply)
Y'know my girlfriend's brother's mate, the one that's a butcher? Well, his dog was in a Housemartins, video, possibly "Five Get Over Excited"
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:50, Reply)
Probably not anyone you people would know, though.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:12, Reply)
who I really like and admire, Jorge Drexler: www.jorgedrexler.com/ (you might remember him for being the first Uruguayan ever to win an Academy Award. He won for composing the song "Al Otro Lado del Río" from The Motorcycle Diaries, first time a song not in English wins too.)
Anyway, I was at the airport, waiting for my plane in Madrid, and it was late. In front of me there was a group of 3 people, with guitars, playing some of Jorge Drexler's music. They're doing it very well. I was so, so tempted to go, sit down in the floor with them, and sing along. I just stopped myself because my mother was there, and I'm too shy.
Then, Jorge Drexler appeared. It seems those three guys were part of his band. I looked at him, so excited. I wanted to talk with him, but didn't want to look like one of those silly girls. I wanted to be all cool and that. So the conversation went like:
Me: Hi, you're Jorge Drexler, aren't you?
JD: Yes, I am.
Me: Cool. I love your music.
JD: Thanks.
Me: I have all your CDs. Well, no, not all of them. I haven't had time to buy the last one, sorry.
JD: No, it's ok. That's fine...
...
JD: So... this kid here is my son
Me: Really? Wow... (talking to his son) So he's your father? Cool!
...
...
Me: Well, I'm leaving now. Bye.
JD: Bye.
I think it would have been less embarrasing if I had just shouted his name and asked him to sign my t-shirt.
Ay...
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:14, Reply)
Things did not go well. He was rude about her 'work'.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:25, Reply)
to the wedding of Prof Heinz 'Great Egg Race' Wolff's son.
Form a orderly queue for my autograph, people.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:30, Reply)
And I once saw Ricky Tomlinson in Liverpool Airport.
Apparently I served someone from Coronation Street at my old job as a waitress but I had no idea since I don't watch that shit.
EDIT: I went to the same primary school as Paula Radcliffe.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:23, Reply)
when I was young working in Sainsburys.
I also once met Martin Johnson as he was in my bank trying to get young people to get fit (with permission from said bank). He was lovely. Also met Steve Redgrave as I used to row and he was properly awesome too
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:26, Reply)
He is, entirely unsurprisingly, a cunt.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:27, Reply)
(and yes he was really impatient and bogeyed)
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:29, Reply)
My involvement with the cardboard box industry is very deep and goes back 15 years.
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/the old ones are the best...
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:37, Reply)
Lived with all the members of Queen at University. My Dad only stayed a few weeks as he couldn't cope with the parties (straight laced old fella he is). Apparently at that time Freddie was balls deep in pussy.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:31, Reply)
and wanted to know the Jeremy Kyle type backstory.
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lived upstairs from Mott The Hoople when they lived in Maida Vale.
I didn't have the heart to tell her they were fucking shit. The same woman left when Hendrix came on at the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970 because he was 'too loud'. What a knob, eh readers?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:34, Reply)
aged 15 met Gary Glitter at the Liverpool Royal Court Theatre - was there to see The Alarm.My Dad once sat behind Alex Higgins on a plane. Brushed past Kevin Whately in our local Waitrose. Met Eddie the Eagle in a local petrol station.I nearly touched Jason Connery when I was a film extra (Secret Life of Ian Fleming).Gary Owen who used to play for Man City in the 70's - his auntie lived a few doors away from us in St Helens. All of this is overshadowed by the appearance of my dads sister and her then husband, on Opportunity Knocks, circa '69 before arrival of my cousin!
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:36, Reply)
meeting Glitter as a 15 year old girl, seeing The Alarm would have been comforting.
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and her boss was making fun of her saying basically that her being scouse and naive, she would want a burger, but "they don't do them here, ooh, what will you have???" so Max Clifford said "She can have a bloody burger!" and asked them to make her one and it was the best burger she'd ever had. She'd really wanted the steak though...
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:45, Reply)
have I mentioned that before?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:40, Reply)
Oh and wormulus' mum fucked sting. I'm sure he'd tell you if he was here.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:41, Reply)
Oh, in that trendy bar/club down Hardman Street, my mate got chatted up by Mr Cunningham from Hollyoaks. She declined, but he remained persistent.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:48, Reply)
We're always seeing Hollyoaks folks.
And yes, totally jealous of Becky. I met him in 1997 but we were both with our girlfriends. I bet he would have totally been up me otherwise ¬_¬
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:50, Reply)
Oh of course Roota, he'd be crawlin' up your hosiery to get twixt your delicate lady-petals.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:51, Reply)
From the unseemly display of carnal prowess that would surely have occurred.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:54, Reply)
With you it'd have been different. You know that.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:01, Reply)
He brought it up at dinner and his mum decided that he made it up to impress his friends at an early age.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:55, Reply)
First he made up the Sting story - then he had to make up some friends to tell the story to.
Bless him.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:01, Reply)
With former 'Point West' weather man Tony Target.
He'd said the night before on the local news that it was going to be sunny the following day, whereas it was actually a bit overcast.
What a cunt.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:43, Reply)
Nice fellow, awful records. He proudly told my mate Nick he was 'up to five wanks a day'.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:44, Reply)
I think the winning one was 9 and he had to stop as it had changed from pleasure to pain after the 6th one.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:46, Reply)
I think the winning one was 9 and he had to stop as it had changed from pleasure to pain after the 6th one
they were up to no good,
started making trouble in my neighbourhood,
got in one little fight and my mum got scared,
said you're moving with your aunty and uncle in bel air
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:50, Reply)
It was a suede Gucci loafer too.
/proud
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:49, Reply)
But as I am a full 2' taller than him he said nothing. Then my mate fell in the Virgin Records pond.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:59, Reply)
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only partially about correcting your spelling more about seeing if I can strikethrough a space
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:37, Reply)
I've always been a bit dubious of you Monty, but I think now that I may actually love you a little.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:03, Reply)
My brother and his crusty squatter mates once chased Liam Gallagher through Manchester town centre, shouting abuse and pelting him with empty Special Brew cans. He hid in a shop 'til they'd gone.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:12, Reply)
Shithouse
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:17, Reply)
At a rained off one day game in the late seventies.
Gloucestershire's three overseas players were stood about near the refreshments tent but weren't having anything to do with the supporters. Then Boycott appeared and started signing autographs, I think my edition of Geoff Boycott's Book For Young Cricketers must have made a welcome change from the scraps of paper being thrust at him as he stopped and gave me an approving look, probably thinking "out of all these kids, this the one most likely to become a great criketer". I say "probably" because no words were actually exchanged due to us both being proper Yorkshiremen, and not gay or owt.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:51, Reply)
after vacating a sofa where Crispin Hunt was annoying me with his opinions and ego.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:51, Reply)
once threw up simultaneously in my mate's sink, whilst I was getting a drink from the fridge. They'd been at the Pernod.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:53, Reply)
Specifically designed to make idiots that don't know any better vomit profusely.
On a similar note we went back to a chaps flat in Dublin after a Pan sonic gig, with one half of said Finnish industrial minimalists and purveyors of the finest, 'is that music?', music in the whole world. The guys flat it was rolled a fairly stacked reefer that Ilpo had a go on and then immediately went to the toilet to be violently sick. It was a pretty surreal thing, sitting in a flat with 2 characters I had barely met, and 50% of Pan sonic vomiting loudly in the toilet.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:33, Reply)
Hung out with Howard Marks and had him recount endless stories with a free bar (one of the highlights of my old job).
Shouted "Sister-fucker" at Jake from Hollyoaks when he was boffin' someone's sister
Partied with Municipal Waste and Send More Paramedics
Told John Major the sausages were good at a Texan hotel
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:54, Reply)
I went to Anne Diamonds house for a Halloween party and taught Ian Beale's son how to do an NSP on a Cadet GP.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:55, Reply)
I don't like football at all, but he was a charming, down-to-earth guy, not an egotistical wanker.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:55, Reply)
is a lovely fella and was very happy to chat to 5 over-excited schoolboys in Warwick Town centre once.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:56, Reply)
was taught how to ride a bicycle by FRANKIE HOWERD.
I have millions of these, it seems...
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:57, Reply)
80s pop sensation and hat-laying vagrant PAUL YOUNG was at the airport with his band.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:58, Reply)
I had a badge of his autograph. it came free with the Bunty or the Suzy or the Mandy or the Judy.
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He had to sing on a train that was named after him in Liverpool and meet his wife
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'I'm fucking your wife behind your back, John Peel'?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 13:59, Reply)
I've met VNV Nation, Covenant and a chunk of Apoptygma Berzerk. VNV were nice, Covenant were polite, APB were tools.
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One of their videos was set in a forest with faeries and what not. There was a kid who jumped out of a box. That kid was my friend Jon Sturgess who is one of the best drummers I have heard (not as good as his brother) Yes he still get's shit for it.
EDIT - Bottom left www.video-clips.ru/uploads/posts/2008-11/1227981233_spice-girls-viva-forever.jpg
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:01, Reply)
I'm trying to find a pic
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:07, Reply)
Not once in the whole period of me singing did a penis enter my mouth or bottom, or hand!!!
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:11, Reply)
In a 'meme-forcing' manner? Or do you actually believe I'm Bert?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:17, Reply)
It's knowing that he is here somewhere. I'm on edge.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:21, Reply)
and I used to live next door to Tolkien's nephew
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:04, Reply)
fucking family of scally arseholes.
Not like Roald Dahl who lived a couple of miles away. He was a top geezer.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:07, Reply)
of 'Ivor the Engine' and 'Noggin the Nog' fame lived down my road in Winchester. I'd like to say he was a kindly, twinkly old man who loved children, but unfortunately he was a miserable old cunt.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:09, Reply)
at a festival a couple of years ago. He was completely off his tits and stole my cornetto.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:04, Reply)
They always describe him as off his tits. ALWAYS.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:05, Reply)
Someone else on b3ta met him at Latitude and he tried to steal their fluffy bee toy.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:31, Reply)
I have personal animosity with the daughter of a mancunian legend, but that's about it. One of my cousins is fairly big in the Catholic church and I met quite an eminent historian when I was staying at his official resident a couple of years ago. I was also in the St Winifred's School Choir.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:05, Reply)
I dunno whether he was drunk or on drugs but he looked spaced out and was in a big white new romantic puffy shirt undone near to the navel.
VIP bar, Reading Festival 1999.
He LOVES himself.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:08, Reply)
For some bizarre reason, that probably caused him to sack his booking agent, John Peel played a gig at Hornsea (small seaside town on the east coast) circa 1983.
He was getting a bit grumpy at the lack of response, expressing near disgust at having to resort to "Blue Monday" to get people on the dance floor.
I thought that I'd help him out (the preposterous-ness of the very notion only struck me later) by requesting something that I thought he liked and that might get people up. I plumped for something by Clint Eastwood and General Saint, as he seemed quite fond of them, and approached him at the end of his first set. Unfortunately when he turned to speak to me I became somewhat starstruck and couldn't remember what I was going to say. After much stammering, I eventually said "Could you play the new Icicle Works single please". I'm sure I saw his heart drop as he replied "I might, if I come back on."
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:09, Reply)
I recently chatted to Dave Lee Travis while he filled up his vintage Bentley at a local garage.
I chatted to Richard Noble while waiting for a flight. Lovely man very down to earth.
One of my R/C heli buddies is a studio guitarist and can be seen oggling one of the Saturdays behinds on one of their videos
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:17, Reply)
turned up at my mate's party at six in the morning, wearing a gay velvet smoking jacket, quite clearly browned out of his lid. He sat down on the sofa and immediately everyone else there got up and walked off to avoid talking to him.
The fucking turd.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:18, Reply)
According to my mate who used to tour with him as the support band.
Although laughing at smackheads is ace.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:35, Reply)
to get into the killing smackheads game.
The squat we were in on friday, behind Old Street tube, had loads of hilarious wrong'uns and notrights. I was going to get a picture of me crouching over one that was out cold off smack, giving two thumbs up and a cheesy grin but my phone was dead.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:50, Reply)
Pete Wiley has commented admiringly on both my nails and my fringe
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:20, Reply)
But wouldn't that make the 1st time an allegation of grooming?
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:22, Reply)
used to regularly call my flat at 3 or 4 in the morning asking for my flatmate. She's in bed, Ed, you fucking tosser - as was I until you called.
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Y'know of Be Bop Deluxe, Red Noise and err Bill Nelson fame.
He used to use a studio in a small place called Willerby for production work. My girlfriend spotted him when she was going to buy crisps (we'd been to see him a couple of times in the 6 months before this) she rang me at work to tell me. I rang my mate who was a much bigger fan then I was. A couple of hours later my friend rang me to say that we were meeting Bill Nelson in the pub later that night. He was a really nice bloke and regaled us with tales of what a nice bloke Alice Cooper was and how Be Bop Deluxe had been supporting Lynard Skynard andwould have been on the fateful plane, but got offered some headline shows of their own.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:24, Reply)
Walking in the centre of York in a manner wholly consistent with being that bloke who played Billy Corkhill in Brookside.
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Owner of quite possibly the most fanstastic pair of bosoms ON EARTH.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:37, Reply)
loudly called a girls coat disgusting and then relised she was one of The Saturdays and was with the rest of them blocking a cinema runway. She heard too, looked dead pissed off! Ha!
I have also been in the same room as lots of lovely famous people at premiers but have never spoken to them or put them in a bag and ran away laughing... yet.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:38, Reply)
She was the bitchy one that has no sense of humour anyways so fuck her!
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:48, Reply)
that's the one you want, according to the men-folk!
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:57, Reply)
I sold her a couple pills in Egg last March, I was well and truly in (I'm hardly ever well and truly in so I know when I'm well and truly in, ya dig?) until I asked her name and she told me. Pixie. I honestly thought I was going to burst I was laughing so much, thanks drugs, and then I took the piss out of her for about five minutes.
She sidestepped me and then my mate took her home and shagged her. Arses.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:38, Reply)
Regardless of whether she does or not that's what I'm going to spread from now on to feel better about myself.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:42, Reply)
asked if I had any pills to sell, and I did (well I had a couple spare) and we got talking. Not sure how that sounds date rapey.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:52, Reply)
quite a ridiculous idea. Not that I give a monkeys.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:10, Reply)
Back in early the 2000's, at a point where he had disappeared off the radar. I put the interview on the site and nobody believed it was the real deal.
Fannybaws, the lot of them.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:39, Reply)
After Frank Zappa's death a friend who was a big fan, had the idea of writing to various people who had worked with him or been influenced by him. He got a really nice letter back from Kent Nagano who was with Halle Orchestra at the time and rang me in a panic one Saturday morning as Adrian Belew had replied saying that he'd be happy to do a phone interview. We cobbled together some crappy questions and figured out that if we took feed from the two wire from the speaker of the phone and spliced them onto an input jack we could record it.
He turned out to be a really terrific bloke, very generous with his time and is a really great guitar player.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:07, Reply)
from his dressing room at the Cork Opera House. He refused to share any with us so the Herbaliser chaps and I robbed him during his set.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:40, Reply)
Hermoinieie from Harry Potter when I lived in Oxford. She went to the all girls school opposite where I lived and loads of potter fans would loiter round the gates
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:41, Reply)
too many images of boobs and emma watson.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 14:55, Reply)
he was at that stage in his career where he had beat the rape charge, but hadn't yet been filmed smoking crack in the back of a Taxi.
Took the time to chat and everything. Gawd bless you lister.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:00, Reply)
then mentioned that I wouldnt mind a go on his daughter...
I may have been a little tipsy
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:00, Reply)
"Your daughter is a talentless twat"
but he probably knows that.
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:06, Reply)
And I was more in awe of the Think of a Number man
(, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 15:27, Reply)
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