I still am, but then you both know that.
SO5 only knew Colin Firth because he (SO5) did a third year in the sixth form, on account of being far too thick to manage a few simple ‘A’ levels in two years. Otherwise, like you, he’d have left before Colin Firth started there. As I’m so much younger than either of you old fuckers, I was in the second year sixth at the time.
Colin Firth was a decent bloke as I recall - long-haired and denim-clad like most of us were at the time. You can see him in this photo, front row with a walking stick hooked round his neck. Couldn’t insert the photo as the proportions went mental and everybody looked about twenty feet tall.
long-haired and denim-clad like most of us were…
What the fuck was that, the School of Prog Rock?
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There are so many crimes against fashion in that picture that I don’t know where to start…
My Year was so much cooler 
The back line is full of stars!!
I’m pretty close to SO5 and Fowllyd’s elder bro. A bit of a psycho girl between us 
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How doesn’t he know her…
I had a beer with that Russell Howard, in the Exchange in Winchester, whilst watching the football. He was a nice chap.
And I went to a house party with Kevin Moore (RIP).
And for fans of a particular strain of 70s cosmic music, I once played percussion for Damo Suzuki of Can.
Oh, and I also played a gig supporting Neil Buchanan of Art Attack…
I mix with the A-list, me.
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Didn’t you both used to knock around with that famous Eastleigh band - Vic Synex and the Nasal Sprays ?
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Met Robbie Fowler a couple of weeks after he’d put two past United. ms pap and I were actually living about 800 metres from Anfield at the time, my middle bro was up visiting and we’d gone in to buy stadium tour tickets.
We walked into the wrong entrance, ended up in reception, where a young Robbie Fowler was trying his best to chat up the receptionist. I remember being surprised at just how much like a normal teenager he was, larking about in a bid to impress the ladies.
I’ve heard other reports of his chat up lines. According to ms pap’s sister, he’s the sort of bloke that’ll ask for a blow job before a kiss. Charmer.
That’s not unusual.
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Originally posted by @dinger
I had a beer with that Russell Howard, in the Exchange in Winchester, whilst watching the football. He was a nice chap.
Russell Howard wouldn’t be my cup of tea. Always seems a bit too eager to please and unsure of himself.
Listened to an interview he did where he wasn’t just cracking jokes and warmed to him. He really is that neurotic about his fame. Couldn’t actively dislike him after that.
Why’s Papa Lazarou a few seats to the left?!?
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For the sake of completeness, here’s the fab crowd of 1978. I’m not far from the middle of the front row, wearing a camouflage jacket and a scowl. Watchers of Game of Thrones may be able to spot the Boltons’ maester in the second row.
Invited to a party in Chilworth in 1985. Big house…indoor swimming pool etc. most of the Saint’s team were there. Kevin Bond, Glen Cockerill, Joe Jordan (on elbow crutches) et al…and attendant wags. Spent most of the evening talking to John Bond, Kevin’s dad and ex- Bournemouth Norwich and Man City manager. He sat pool-side tugging on a cigar most of the evening. Good entertainment…full of footballing stories, nice man.
I saw him in town once, heading to a record shop (did we have a tower records?) he was being followed by a gaggle of school girls excited about seeing him.
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was she always an irritating cunt?
How do you know dinger’s girlfriend?
How doesn’t he know her…
I fucking do
Bumped into Brenda Blethyn in the chemist, stood behind Stephen Fry in the queue at pret and Lorraine Chase at Starbucks. Shopped at Sainsburys with Trev and Simon and Robert Glenister, and shared a sausage with Linda Barker (Changing Rooms).
My missus was Jack Davenport’s wife’s midwife and Jimmy Nesbitt sung her happy birthday back in march down the local.
My favourite story of a brush with fame involves some friends who back in the 90’s cut someone up in their white van, while driving through Elephant and Castle to a gig. The other chap caught them up and swerved in front causing them to stop. He then got out an began screaming at them. They were rather surprised to find they were being balled out by an irate Gary Wilmott.
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Photos?
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Oh yeah I met Madonna. She was a guest on Jonathan Ross around 2003. 