I have had quite a busy couple of days on the star spotting front. Feel like a fucking pap for Hello magazine at the moment.
Last night I took the kids to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at the Palace in Town, and was queuing up behind, none other than - Superman himself. Stevie was knocking back the shots all night, me too actually. Cadbury's sure know how to make a nice bag of sweets. He was in a box, and quite right too - up in the gods - where he belongs!
Today at 17:00, I was checking into the Holiday Inn at Glasgow Airport and checking in next to me was Mick McCarthy. I had to laugh, he said "can I check in please?" and the BIRD behind the counter said, "what's the name?", he replied "McCarthy" and she went "oh yes........it's Michael isn't it?" God love em. (bloody women - she'd have recognised Lady GaGa no-doubt) I resisted the temptation to say "oi, show that City legend some respect" (for obvious reasons) Perhaps he is up here looking for some cheap leg-irons to field against the Rags - in his roll-over and die fashion?
A few weeks ago I was catching a flight over to Schiphol from T3 at Manchester Airport and sat on the table next to me was that ugly fucker Wes Brown. It was good sport texting all the Rag's I know that afternoon telling them he was getting on my plane to Amsterdam and telling them that I overheard him telling his agent, that he looks forward to playing for Steve McClaren again.
But it doesn't end there, at this very same hotel I am in tonight, I saw Psycho a few years back, not long after he left the club.
I also, once got in the lift with David Dimbleby here, and was a little thrown by the crafty pensioner. I was a bit tipsy and asked "is Question Time on tonight, David?" he claimed "yes, it certainly is, it's on every Thursday at 10:30" I got to my room to watch it and then it dawned on me that it was Wednesday at midnight.
Just before Frank shot him off, I was walking out of Manchester Airport behind Sven. He was picked up in a lovely new Roller. No birds in tow, though, disappointingly! Mind you my missus bumped into him in town about the same time and said he was more than happy to sign a few autographs for her and her mates....god bless him.
I was walking through T2 at Manchester Airport, on my way to the gate and John Barnes walked past me. I overheard a bloke that works there, say to a bird "that was John Barnes" and she replied "who's John Barnes". He shouted back "are you having a fucking laugh?" and he looked at me and said "did you hear what she said then?" Funny, but I guess you had to be there.
One more for the ladies, at Manchester Airport I saw Gordon Ramsey, and fuck me he definitely is uglier than he looks on TV. Didn't tell him, mind.
Has anyone else got any football player/manager/other celebrity encounters that are more interesting than mine? I cannot bring myself to say hello to them, as I wouldn't want a complete stranger saying hello to me. Don't just reply, I saw the whole City team on Saturday, that doesn't count!
Last night I took the kids to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at the Palace in Town, and was queuing up behind, none other than - Superman himself. Stevie was knocking back the shots all night, me too actually. Cadbury's sure know how to make a nice bag of sweets. He was in a box, and quite right too - up in the gods - where he belongs!
Today at 17:00, I was checking into the Holiday Inn at Glasgow Airport and checking in next to me was Mick McCarthy. I had to laugh, he said "can I check in please?" and the BIRD behind the counter said, "what's the name?", he replied "McCarthy" and she went "oh yes........it's Michael isn't it?" God love em. (bloody women - she'd have recognised Lady GaGa no-doubt) I resisted the temptation to say "oi, show that City legend some respect" (for obvious reasons) Perhaps he is up here looking for some cheap leg-irons to field against the Rags - in his roll-over and die fashion?
A few weeks ago I was catching a flight over to Schiphol from T3 at Manchester Airport and sat on the table next to me was that ugly fucker Wes Brown. It was good sport texting all the Rag's I know that afternoon telling them he was getting on my plane to Amsterdam and telling them that I overheard him telling his agent, that he looks forward to playing for Steve McClaren again.
But it doesn't end there, at this very same hotel I am in tonight, I saw Psycho a few years back, not long after he left the club.
I also, once got in the lift with David Dimbleby here, and was a little thrown by the crafty pensioner. I was a bit tipsy and asked "is Question Time on tonight, David?" he claimed "yes, it certainly is, it's on every Thursday at 10:30" I got to my room to watch it and then it dawned on me that it was Wednesday at midnight.
Just before Frank shot him off, I was walking out of Manchester Airport behind Sven. He was picked up in a lovely new Roller. No birds in tow, though, disappointingly! Mind you my missus bumped into him in town about the same time and said he was more than happy to sign a few autographs for her and her mates....god bless him.
I was walking through T2 at Manchester Airport, on my way to the gate and John Barnes walked past me. I overheard a bloke that works there, say to a bird "that was John Barnes" and she replied "who's John Barnes". He shouted back "are you having a fucking laugh?" and he looked at me and said "did you hear what she said then?" Funny, but I guess you had to be there.
One more for the ladies, at Manchester Airport I saw Gordon Ramsey, and fuck me he definitely is uglier than he looks on TV. Didn't tell him, mind.
Has anyone else got any football player/manager/other celebrity encounters that are more interesting than mine? I cannot bring myself to say hello to them, as I wouldn't want a complete stranger saying hello to me. Don't just reply, I saw the whole City team on Saturday, that doesn't count!