claim to fame!

[Mikecg]

I'ts only one phone call to my old mates at the News Of The World' I can see it now

"Quidsy in kiss and tell shocker"......

[Mick Mac]

Quids - was it a Ford GT?

[Santerme]

I showed Muhammed Ali around my school.

My ex wife wwent to school with the Duchess of York and my youngest daughter (16) will be meeting Prince William at a Polo match in a few weeks as she is grooming his horse for the event.

[bigbadwolf]

When I was at college my mates brother was in the Red Arrows and we went to the base to see them all . It was awesome!!!

[flapjackdavey]

I once bought Alison Goldfrapp a pint of cider

[northlondoner]

A friend was working on Michael Barrymore's last-century comedy drama "Bob Martin". After filming she took possession of a shoulder bag he used in the show. I now have that bag.

[PinkyB]

I once "stole" a bin bag that until seconds earlier had been warmed by the arse of Fruitbat from Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine. (he was sitting on it outside one of the beer tents at Glastonbury Festival) I was a huuuge fan of theirs for about a year and a half and then literally one morning I just woke up and suddenly realised, "This is actually not very good", can 't explain why, and have never listened to them again.

Oh, and I also played a game of hurling (basically aerial hockey, with similar bats) with the Frank And Walters.

Not all of my star stories concern incredibly minor indie bands from the early 90s, but quite a lot of them do.

[PinkyB]

Oh, and I once stalked Tony Hart (in a bright red VW Beetle) after we saw him in a Post Office somewhere in the West Country. I don't know why we felt the urge to follow him in the car, but after about twenty miles it suddenly occurred to us that maybe he was going on holiday in Cornwall, and that this was starting to become slightly potentially illegal. The man was a childhood hero to us, and we didn't want to unnerve the poor fellow. Any more than we already had, I should say. Early on in our chase, my friend made a banner reading "You're Tony Hart!" on the back of some cardboard from a box of cider and held it up to the windscreen.

This has just reminded me of the time I saw John Hegley busking at the side of the street during an anti-war demo in about 1991, and, incredibly star-struck, went up to him and exclaimed, "You're John Hegley!" (he was not very famous at the time)

Hegley's response: a withering, "I know I am."

I slunk away, ashamed.

[louisiana]

I doorstepped Noel Gallagher (avec Patsy, at the dinner table of a smart Curzon Street hotel; we were propping up the downstairs bar) for money for UK Formula 1 team sponsorship. Don't ask, don't get.

[louisiana]

I was on the ITV 6 o'clock news, being interviewed. My mother spotted me by the (granny knit) jumper I was wearing; she hadn't heard from me for months.

[PinkyB]

More late 80s/ early 90s minor indie band claims to fame:

I once touched the hem of Tim from James's trousers.

I once wrote a fan letter to the Soup Dragons and got a reply from the bass player (his name escapes me now, I'm afraid), enclosing a free badge.

I once saw Bobby Gillespie of Primal Scream in the Virgin Megastore on Western Road in Brighton, counting his own LPs to see how many copies of Screamadelica had been sold. Loser.

[PinkyB]

Oh, and not indie-band related, but I've just remembered I once stood in a coat queue at a Marie Claire Christmas party in front of the very lovely Julian Rhind-Tutt from Green Wing. We exchanged some amusing banter about leaving so early that most people were still putting their coats in rather than taking them out, and having drunk too many free White Russians. I may have laughed just a little too loudly at his jokes, so aware was I that I was in the presence of a comedy hero, while simultaneously pretending I had absolutely no idea who he was.

[bigbadwolf]

A guy I worked with once delivered a deliciously executed head butt on Bill Murrey of Injury lawyers fame/shame that smeared his nose across his face in a row over a parking space outside a carvery near Basildon.

[AuraCaught]

Not exactly claims to fame.... but brushes with fame....

1- Sat next to Bjorn from ABBA on a 15 hour flight...

2- A friend of mine got "the" Tom Jones to sign my birthday card in a restaurant, incidentally my father's name was "Tom Jones"

3 - When i was five, I got trapped in a revolving door, with a dog on a lead and the person coming towards me, who happened to be the Prime Minister of the time, Harold Wilson.

[Andystar]

A friend of a friend, whilst he was in secondary school, used to tell everyone that met him, that his uncle was Chevy Chase, little did he know, his family inc his younger sister made it up & kept up the pretence for over 5 years..poor guy, not sure what is worse, finding out he was not his uncle or finding out that Chevy is not really that funny.

[PinkyB]

A friend of mine once saw Leslie Phillips come out of a Chinese restaurant in Soho, dressed in a navy blazer with gold buttons, and with a nubile young woman on each arm, whereupon they all jumped into an open-top red MG that was parked on double yellows right outside and drove off at high speed.

What a legend!

[brum]

I lost a girl to Prince Andrew at his 20th birthday party in a night club in Florida.

[bigbadwolf]

Knowing him Brum it was probably a marked deck.

[PinkyB]

Ok, I'll bite. What were you doing at Prince Andrew's 20th birthday party in Florida?

[bigbadwolf]

Putting out the flames in his heart by the looks of things Pinky.

[brum]

Can't say any more - Official Secrets Act and all that.

[PinkyB]

Was she a flame-headed lass? (no fire-related pun intended)

[brum]

No she was blonde. Affected my thinking ever since. Oh, err - you're not blonde, are you?

[PinkyB]

Nope. Not even remotely.

(By the way, I'm not really Portuguese either. Solid English stock, way back to about 1840, and before that only Welsh and Irish. There's not an exotic bone in my body, sadly, although I've always rather hankered to be Russian.)

[brum]

*Stunned expression* I've been duped!