When I was living in halls in Liverpool (96/97), John Barnes came to the student union to do a talk on racism in football. We decided not to bother going, as it was absolutely rammed, so we thought we'd just have a beer in the quiet bar upstairs. I was there at the bar waiting to be served when it dawned on me that I was actually stood next to Mr Barnes himself. I rushed over to my then girlfriend, a scouser who was a big pool fan and loved John Barnes, but she said she was too shy to go over. A few minutes later I went over to him and asked if he'd come and say hello. He asked me which one was my girlfriend, so I said where we were, and that she was the little brunette and all that. A few minutes later, he comes over in what can only be described as a strut, and starts smooth talking her for a good few minutes. I was immediately forgotten by said girlfriend, and when he left I had to spend the rest of the evening hearing about it. That is why I will never do anything nice for the current Mrs Keef! ;-)