Mediocre claims to fame

When i lived in Devon there was always a rumor in the town that Paul Daniels lived in the town, ive yet to validate that, probably just one of those small town rumors! :D

Craig Charles did some filming in my secondary school at the height of his Red Dwarf fame, managed to get his autograph on a school book, long since lost to time....
Also served Bobby Ball a breakfast, he came across a bit of a grumpy dwarf! Another time Shane Richie also left without paying from the same place. Honestly looking back i really cant blame either, it was a dive place for either to end up having worked the night prior :D
I went to the opening of a local internet cafe (shows how long ago it was!) and Craig Charles was the celebrity guest. Must have been 1998 if memory serves.
 
Years ago when the nufc training ground was opened. I met Bobby Robson, utter gent, lots of suits around and him in off the training pitch in a tracksuit.

I spoke to him for about five minutes, just football chat like you would anyone into the sport, he was much less interested in what was happening in the room and much more interested in football chat.

I'll never top that.

Once sat behind the guy who plays Stuart in the big bang theory while at the theatre in New York. Now that is mediocre !
 
I dropped a glass and smashed a $30k coffee table on Larry Ellison's superyacht Rising Sun, whilst doing an appraisal...

...the ship's Purser didn't bat an eyelid and just ordered me another drink. I apologised profusely and said to invoice my firm - he never did and the £lol insurance premium was paid without a fuss.

I was certain I'd get the boot when I returned to the office the following week, but nothing was said.

It took me another two weeks to realise my company email address had been changed to [email protected]
 
Had a famous actor filming something at work today. Can't say who it is, but he's witnessed how Thanos ends the world in 14,000,605 different ways, and that only one outcome would save the world.
 
Had a famous actor filming something at work today. Can't say who it is, but he's witnessed how Thanos ends the world in 14,000,605 different ways, and that only one outcome would save the world.
...Benadryl Cabbagepatch?

What do I win?
 
My older brother used to sleep with one of the twins from FunHouse.
One of them now works, or at least was working at a Wetherspoons in Margate. A friend of mine worked there too.
I know, I would rather have had Jim Bowen to be honest. Sadly no chance of that now :(
I met him on a Mediterranean cruise once. I think him and his wife were on a freebie as payment for him doing a bit of comedy to keep the oldies entertained.
 
Luckily all mine are super mediocre:
  • Ian Walker (England Goalkeeper) told my mate to "**** off" after we asked for his gloves after a friendly against our local non-league team.
  • Met Sir Ben Ainslie (Olympic sailing bod) in our local pub one time, he used to have a workshop or something just down the road.
  • Saw the details of an insurance claim by Darren Bent (England Striker), not going to post any details online
  • I used to play in a chess club with someone who was British champion for his age group, I still remember getting a draw against him even though it was over 30 years ago!
  • Many years ago I won a world wide online gaming competition.
  • A friend of mine unofficially broke the world record for most push-ups in a minute. A mutual friend had been telling me about it and then I saw him demonstrate it and I suppose it maybe might not have met the full conditions or whatever, but it was super impressive all the same.
 
This is quite a long story but please bear with me as this claim to fame involves my dear old granny.



Many moons ago, there was a weekly consumer affairs programme called That's Life which aired on a Sunday night. It featured Esther Rantzen and an ever changing selection of rather camp men who used to show us pictures of unfortunately shaped vegetables sent in by viewers, among other things.



Anyway, my dear old gran loved Doc Cox, who was one of these male presenters. He was their roving reporter who would do things like go into your local town centre on a Saturday disguised as a cashpoint & would then burst into song when some hapless member of the public tried inserting a debit card to withdraw cash.



It so happened that Doc Cox was doing a show at the Swanage Mowlem so I bought my gran (and her friend) tickets.



What I didn't know was that Doc Cox had an alter ego by the name of Ivor Biggun who once had a minor hit with a number entitled "Winker's Song (Misprint)". Say no more but it turned out that the show, despite being billed as Doc Cox, turned out to be a full blown Biggun set and I'll never forget the state of my poor old gran when I went to pick her up. Shellshocked, she was, and continually repeating the phrase "Oh I say" under her breath as I led her back to my car.



Anyway, The following week, I took her to the same venue to see another of her favourites; Rondo Veneziano and they did not disappoint.



We went to the stage door after the show and met the 4 lads who, despite being in a rush to get to Forte's chip shop before it closed, posed for photos with us and signed my gran's programme.



A class act and another mediocre claim to fame :)
 
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I met Rolf Harris as a kid, then later in life I was working in the same police station in London when he was charged in the custody suite after coming in at the end of his police bail. Bit of a weird gut punch really.

I was in the same nightclub as Dean Gaffney once, I didn’t speak with him but apparently he was a bit of a tool.
 
@That Jekka Gal

Just wanted to say i have virtually everything by Rondo Veneziano but not seen them live.
My memories are a bit hazy but there were 4 violinists playing out of a mock up of a gondola on stage with a larger ensemble behind. A good night was had by all.

Glad you haven't admitted to having any Biggun in your collection :)
 
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I was in the same nightclub as Dean Gaffney once, I didn’t speak with him but apparently he was a bit of a tool.
A couple of younger, entrepreneurial friends used to organise student club nights along the south coast - being slightly older, wiser and most importantly (in their eyes) tee-total with a new car, I was frequently asked to pick up whichever "celebrity/celebrities" they'd booked for that evening. Most of whom I needed to Google...

Most were pretty fun and reasonable (The Inbetweeners lads were brilliant), but others were like an even cringier version of that episode when David Brent goes on Blind Date...

I remember being asked if I had any bodyguarding experience by one of the UK rappers I had actually heard of, as he liked the fact I said "Absolutely Not" to one of his female liaisons, when she proffered a packet of Booger-Sugar...

..."Sort of", I replied. "I've got two teenage daughters and neither are pregnant."

Living in Portsmouth, it definitely counts.
 
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