Mr. James May 'keeps it real'
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Mr2Mike said:
How is living in Hammersmith "keeping it real"? 
I suppose it's because when most people become really famous, they bolt it off to the countryside, or some gated development in the stockbroker belt where they can live away from anyone who might want to talk to them. It's nice to see James May finds things like living close to his old mates and popping down his local for a few pints and a game of darts more important than the prospect of being bothered by fans he'd now find 'irritating', which demonstrates to me that he's unpretentious and hasn't lost touch with reality.HereBeMonsters said:
mercfunder said:
HereBeMonsters said:
Dunk76 said:
I once got to sit next to Claire Sweeney on an aeroplane. For an hour and a half. The 6pm BA commuter bus back from Glasgow, without any entourage or baying fans. That's keeping it real, yeah.
Actually reasonably pleasant company it must be said...
And yes, I did try.
I would smash her into next week, despite her being about 30 years older than me. In fact, hopefully, she'd smash me into next week.Actually reasonably pleasant company it must be said...
And yes, I did try.
, she's only 39, and for the record I would 'til it fell off!!True story time and no custard test.
Few years ago on Xmas Eve, I flew from Dubai to Norwich via Schipol.
A Dubai, there was a "problem with the system" so I would have to collect my Schipol-Norwich boarding pass in Amsterdam.
Went up to the Crown Lounge (as yer do) only to be told that the flight was overbooked and that I had been bumped. They could "maybe" get me on a later flight or if not, the next day. Xmas day that is.
Naturally (I thought), I played up a bit and may have used a few choice words explaining the situation.
Anyway, I somehow, even through my rudeness managed to get myself back on the flight and with boarding pass in hand, turned round to stomp off in victory, to come face to face with a dapper little black gentleman.
Little fella: That wasn't very diplomatic of you.
Me: "Don't talk to me about diplomacy. WTF do you know about it anyway?"
Little fella:
Me: "Ah, er, You are Kofi Annan AICMFP"
Lovely bloke. Accepted my apology (as did the desk clerk)
Few years ago on Xmas Eve, I flew from Dubai to Norwich via Schipol.
A Dubai, there was a "problem with the system" so I would have to collect my Schipol-Norwich boarding pass in Amsterdam.
Went up to the Crown Lounge (as yer do) only to be told that the flight was overbooked and that I had been bumped. They could "maybe" get me on a later flight or if not, the next day. Xmas day that is.
Naturally (I thought), I played up a bit and may have used a few choice words explaining the situation.
Anyway, I somehow, even through my rudeness managed to get myself back on the flight and with boarding pass in hand, turned round to stomp off in victory, to come face to face with a dapper little black gentleman.
Little fella: That wasn't very diplomatic of you.
Me: "Don't talk to me about diplomacy. WTF do you know about it anyway?"
Little fella:
Me: "Ah, er, You are Kofi Annan AICMFP"
Lovely bloke. Accepted my apology (as did the desk clerk)
I 'bumped into' Rowan Atkinson in a book shop in Oxford Once. I spent ages trying to work out if it was really him as he looked a bit thinner than I expected. Once I stepped outside there was his McLaren F1. So it was him.
I suppose the nice thing about having a car like that as a celebrity is you can leave the crowd outside gawping and go and wander around a good book shop in peace.
I suppose the nice thing about having a car like that as a celebrity is you can leave the crowd outside gawping and go and wander around a good book shop in peace.
I served Melinda Messenger a number of times in Sainsbury's Stratton in Swindon during the height (?!) of her fame. Her husband (now ex?) always looked like he was punching well above his weight! She was always really nice.
Used to quite regularly get passing minor celebs as it wasn't far from the M4 and at the start of the road to Oxford. By and large it was a Sunday morning and they were all miserable!
Used to quite regularly get passing minor celebs as it wasn't far from the M4 and at the start of the road to Oxford. By and large it was a Sunday morning and they were all miserable!
Blimey a thread where there has been significant Lucy Pinder lechery and no Pigeon!!
Is he not well?
http://pigeonsnest.co.uk/
Is he not well?
http://pigeonsnest.co.uk/
I used to work in Gap in Liverpool from 2003 to earlier this year and have served and spoken to many 'stars'
From memory:
Sinbad from Brookside is a really nice genuine bloke, he was a bit disappointed when I told him the biggest size we did was XL, he wanted a XXL
Coleen Rooney was in regularly, last spoke to her this year and she again is a really nice person, down to earth, not to mention very pretty in the flesh
Steven Gerrards OH, Alex Curran, is a typical WAG and rather snotty
Cast of Hollyoaks were apparently always in but as I despise that s
t I wouldnt know any of them from adam
Pepe Reina used to come in and spend stloads on kids clothes, Javier Mascherano was another regular, he used to come in with his wife and make a beeline for the sale section. His wife, although smoking hot, had a major major attitude problem and it was pretty clear she hated living in england and everything in it. Either that or she was just a stone cold bh. Mascherano also refused flat out to sign an autograph for a boy who had plucked up the courage to approach him and ask him politely, Arrogant get
From memory:
Sinbad from Brookside is a really nice genuine bloke, he was a bit disappointed when I told him the biggest size we did was XL, he wanted a XXL
Coleen Rooney was in regularly, last spoke to her this year and she again is a really nice person, down to earth, not to mention very pretty in the flesh
Steven Gerrards OH, Alex Curran, is a typical WAG and rather snotty
Cast of Hollyoaks were apparently always in but as I despise that s
t I wouldnt know any of them from adamPepe Reina used to come in and spend s
tloads on kids clothes, Javier Mascherano was another regular, he used to come in with his wife and make a beeline for the sale section. His wife, although smoking hot, had a major major attitude problem and it was pretty clear she hated living in england and everything in it. Either that or she was just a stone cold bh. Mascherano also refused flat out to sign an autograph for a boy who had plucked up the courage to approach him and ask him politely, Arrogant get
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Digger said:
Kris Akabusi walked by and got into his Bentley soft top a couple of nights ago as myself and others were sitting outside a shop in MarbleyBone chewing the cud. I pretended to take photos of him and he was very jovial about it. Seems like a nice guy.
Did he whisper 'awooga' in your ear and pat you on the fanny ?
I was merely a lurker back then, had forgotten about it.
My girlfriend and I were in Cloud 23 Bar on the 23rd floor of Manchester's Beetham Tower last February, and we happened to hear a bloke speaking quite loudly in the booth next to us. On turning around we found that it was Johnny Vegas, with rather a large entourage. We ended up having a quick chat with him, I took a piccy of him with the other half and I shook his hand. A very pleasant, friendly and switched-on guy, and the experience was enough to change my opinion of him for the better.
On that very same night we saw Julian Clary in a long queue at a cashpoint, looking far more portly than I was expecting.
I actually see more celebs and/or famous folks in Manchester than anywhere else.
When at uni in Sheffield I once, in a drunken state, followed Prince Naseem Hamed's Bentley around the Bramall Lane area on foot for about half the night. I don't know what I thought I was going to achieve, and in the end a petrol station attendant told me it was his brother driving anyway.
On that very same night we saw Julian Clary in a long queue at a cashpoint, looking far more portly than I was expecting.
I actually see more celebs and/or famous folks in Manchester than anywhere else.
When at uni in Sheffield I once, in a drunken state, followed Prince Naseem Hamed's Bentley around the Bramall Lane area on foot for about half the night. I don't know what I thought I was going to achieve, and in the end a petrol station attendant told me it was his brother driving anyway.
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