Its 3.17 , im at work and bored , so i thought this might be a bit of fun .
Basically, it should be as lame as possible, e.g my mates dad delivers milk to jeremy Clarkson, Or you stood behind michael Fish in the supermarket,anything lame that could claim some fame
Heres mine- Many years ago while working for my brother inlaw i was asked to do small piece of filming with joe brand in a TV sketch. (standing in the background)
When I was a teenager, living in Plymouth, I went to see the Radio 1 Roadshow at the Plymouth Dry Ski Slope. The presenter was Phillip Schofield, and I caught him by the arm when he slipped and fell on the dry ski slope. He said thanks live on air! 
Felt like I was famous at the time, but now realise how naff it was! 
When i was 17 years old i worked at Dixons in Marble Arch and i served Paul Weller and sold him a Sony underwater camcorder, i was with him for nealr an hour and he was a very nice man to talk to.
Also in the old George Graham Arsenal days in the late 80’s and early 90’s i used to drink with some of the Arsenal players in the White Hart in Southgate, shame those days are gone as it was great then.
When I was about ten I my brother and I saw Norman Wisdom crossing the road. He must have heard our excitement and treated us to his trademark stumble.
The very first Milk Bar Kid was my Mums cousins son.
Boy George stole my denim jacket in the early 90’s when I left it in the DJ’s booth
In the green room of a TV show, I had been partaking rather too keenly of the free libations and Jay Kay overheard me saying, “What does she think she is wearing” in reference to some outrageous top he had on. A light hearted cussing match ensued.
At a Christmas Party at Virgin Radio on Golden Square, a friend of mine invaded the studio with two glasses of champagne, his bow tie undone, in an effort to woo the female DJ whilst she was live on air. I gently steered him out, reminding him that she was married and a little busy at the moment.
I got stoned with Roger Taylor from Duran Duran in the back of a Mercedes van in Beckenham.
I saw David and Victoria Beckham in the hospitality lounge at Heathrow. He was is much, much prettier.
For some reason I keep bumping into Chris Eubanks.
I was in the same shop as Wayne Rooney in Carnaby Street, when he was still playing for City.
Richard Branson took up the urinal next too me whilst having a pee.
I embarrassed myself in from of Nicholas Lyndhurst in a pub in the early 90’s, by calling out ‘Rodney!’. Imaginative eh
I sat in Josh Lewseys changing cubicle in the England dressing room at Twickenham.
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I once Caddied for Victor Sylvester Jnr, (Big Band Leader) in a Celebrity/Am Charity Golf Match.
Some friends and I gate crashed the Aftershow party from the opening night of Soul Train, and I went and got stoned with Danny John-Jules
My Grandad used to play snooker with John Virgo down the pub.
I met Vinnie Jones when i was doing tug of war at Windsor… He was on the other end of the rope with the kids pulling against us :w00t:
bumped into mike reid (frank butcher) outside metropolis vauxhall bridge
went to camden palace with ray park (darth maul) mate of a mate
My gran used to baby sit Richard Brandson.
My Great Aunt and gran had tea with the queen mother about a million times.
My uncle was the sheriff of Surrey.
I made a scottish joke to david cameron, his advisor next to him was scottish.
I’ve met the spice girls, mel B hugged me and I nearly suffocated in her breasts.
My wife trod on Sandra Bullocks foot. Sandra apologised.
I walked passed Cleo Rocos last week.
Woody Harelson sat down opposite me on the tube on the Piccadilly line many many moons ago.
I literally bumped in the Brooklyn Beckam at a petrol station in Hertford and Victoria was at the till paying.I saw Sonia from eastenders at River Island in Chehunt.
My mum went to school with Stuart Pearce and also used to be friends with Keith Moon’s sister.
I was sat in traffic on the A40 with Daniel Craig in the car next to mine.
I served James May a tax disc holder when I worked at scooter world in Chiswick last year.
my dad’s cousin Is married to an ex governor of the isle of man
Last year I stood next to Amy Winehouse in Sainsbury’s Camden, we were choosing apples from the same box!
I’ll do you an autograph fella 
I had to cut short as I was late for a 9am meeting…
I made coffee for the the girly pop-rap sensations Salt-n-Pepa
Spent around an hour in a room with just me and Jools Holland. He was a moody so and so.
Went raving with Nigel Benn (summer of 89 man…), he was a scream and got completely rat-arsed.
I ended up back stage with a-ha after a gig in Oslo, really, really nice guys.
I was in the same pub as Tony Hadley a few months ago.
I sat two seats away from Lulu at a West End play.
I laughed at Rick Astley once, I do not think he appreciated it.
I met Cliff Richard on a tennis court in Tenerife. (I’m guessing he was on his summer holiday :D)
I met Honey from EastEnders at the ace on the Kill Spills ride years ago, and I met Nanna moon also from EastEnders at the top of Devils Dyke when I was walking me dog 
I turned down a ‘coffee’ with Anna Friel.
I saw 'Cindys (from Eastenders) nipple
I p*ssed Wolf off from Gladiators by repeatedly howling
I sold the worlds strongest man 3 pairs of boots. (he’s dead now - cant remember his name… Sigmassen? or something)
I’m gonna punch Jon Snow in the face one day.
My collection -
Working in a shop in the late 70’s I sold a game called “Awful GreenThings From Outer Space” to Michael Aspel and about a year later sold one of the original Atari games consols to Christopher Biggins.
In 1995 I won “Pets Win Prizes” and I must say, Dale Winton is the second most charming man you could meet.
About 1996 I was in a canteen at a small TV studios when Peter Purves came up and asked to share the table and chatted. He could have gone to one of the empty tables so is either very lonely, or more probably, the official most charming man you could meet.
About 1999 I was invited to the home of Bairbre O’Malley (the Irish vet who was on Animal Hospital) to help out with some photography.
He was charming because he’s a ‘Purve’
:hehe:
bought an Abba stand of Loki-jme 
oh and once ate a burger across from Colin Firth
