I did a few driving lessons for Spike from The Quireboys a couple of years ago. He'd been driving in L.A. for years but needed to pass the test to be able to drive over here. Considering the life he's led, I'd say he was the most down-to-earth bloke you could meet; Bilston's resident rock star is a genuinely nice feller.
My Nan, 104 next month, once made tea and sandwiches for Joe Mercer when he came round to her house to sign my Dad as an apprentice for Villa. My Grandad had trials as a kid also; Walsall, West Brom, Stoke, and, legend has it, he turned down a trial for City because it was too far to cycle from Blakenall in Walsall. I'm convinced her memory was playing tricks on her when she told me that but she was insistent.
