famous encounters
I worked above a recording studio once, and the most interesting thing about the whole experience was getting to share the same entrance with the talent - I can confirm Adam Clayton is a very nice bloke and Posh does indeed sing like a bag of cats in a combine harvester. However, by far my most interesting brush with a famous person
was in my home town. Aged 17, pished as a fart and out much too late on a schoolnight, I applied drunken teenager logic to the situation and proceeded to hitch at 1am rather than walk the 20 mins required.
I got a lift with a lovely beardy bloke in a comfy posh car, put my shoes on the dashboard, and lamented that my father was going to kill me. The driver gave me a deserved lecture on accepting lifts from strangers, under-aged drinking and generally putting myself in danger.
It wasn't for ages afterwards that I realised, the kind man in question was Pat McCabe, author extraordinaire of the Butcher Boy and so on....

So folks, what's your crap claims to fame; have you ever washed Seamus Heaney's brother's car or eaten one of Kylie Minouge's insoles?

Pray, do tell!


[apologies if this Viz-inspired question has been done before]
(parker larkin is an experiment, Tue 1 May 2007, 19:11, Reply)