"Lame To Fame"

I have more..............

I once stood next to Boris Becker in the Passport queue at Nice airport (but there were no broom cupboard suggestions!)

I used to go to school with BBC reporter & Scud Stud, Rageh Omagh - he was pretty podgy & did very little work.

J K Rowling lived in the next door village - but we never met.
 
I'll put up my two kisses from Frankie, and a 'what a lovely smile' from Tommo against Harters' Hinterview, plus a lengthy chat with 'The Booby' about her Labradors. I think those should give him a bit of a run, though I have to say he's pulled out all the stops with that one.

Don't suppose various boxes of chocs from owners whose horses won after I wished them 'all the best' would help my bid along a bit? (I really have no shame, do I?) :shy:

My riding instructress (Gabriel Ellison) is now a renowned artist commanding many thousands, with works bought by the Queen, and wot designs all the stamps for Zambia... (keeps pedalling furiously...)
 
We need to keep it depressed for a while yet... Bide your time, Paul. Bide your time...
 
I once had lunch with Dom Moraes and Christopher Logue (1960s poets and lit. crits.), who rather sweetly reviewed my attempts at poetry. Logue went on to do a regular snarl in Private Eye.
 
I can't help but think any man jumping her bones would hear the snap, crackle and pop of them during anything more energetic than a light snuggle...
 
My claims are endless: :P

I threw half a lager over Andrew Ridgely (yes, him of Wham fame... did I say fame?) when he pinched my bum at The Wag Club.

I went to their last ever concert as their personal guests - Wham's that is!

I partied many times with Steve Strange, Marilyn, Boy George, Philip Sallon etc etc in the eighties as a regular private guest at The Campden Palace.

I was invited to a party in Bournemouth as guests of Spandau Ballet. Met them all after the concert.

I have served Dennis Waterman when he frequented a restaurant I worked in in Chinnor.

I met Stuart Copeland and went to a party (after a polo game) at his house when he lived in a house opposite me in Bledlow Ridge.

My Great, Great, Great Grandfater was a pall bearer at Charles Darwin's funeral.

There are more... but this is enough to be going on with for now as I have been accused on this forum before of name dropping! B)
 
I've mentioned this before...

In third year at school (1969-70) I made up a joke which Billy Connolly told on stage and TV several years later.

I scored past the world's greatest ever keeper (Ronnie Simpson) in a beat-the-goalie comp.

About ten years ago, my brother loaned me his chess computer. After a few games at the lower levels I set it at Grand Master level just out of curiosity. I realised early in the game I was about to he horsed, so I took its queen (sacrificing my own) and ruthlessly went man for man after that. I won.

I must have a few more.
 
A pal of mine who works on the bins once found a human leg.
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Kathy, I don't think you are supposed to enter proper meetings. Whether you are or not, I have resisted as there are people who like to accuse me of being lairy.

However, I could put up a couple of dozen photos or more...
 
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