The nearest I can say my claim to fame is I was stood next to Dolly Skilbeck in Leeds from Emmerdale hundreds of years ago, she looked lovely too, no mobile phones back then so I didn’t get a picture.
Both far less tenuous than my claim, haha! At least you both actually got to see someone famous - I only knew someone who knew someone famous! (‘I danced with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales’ kind of claim to fame )
I’ve met Princess Anne, a long time ago at a horse show my friend was competing in. We were chatting to Princess Anne’s groom at the time as our horse box was parked next to hers.The Princess rode up to us & said to me hold this, meaning her horse Doublet. He was lovely.
Then OH & I were in Bournemouth having a wander around the shops before going to John Denver’s concert there & we spotted him walking in front of us, caught him up, introduced ourselves, said we were going to his concert & he shook our hands & said lovely to meet you. Then left. Made my year let alone my day.
I told off Robert Carlyle for jumping the queue in a bookshop a few years ago. And I photographed Malcolm Rifkind for a local newspaper. Oh and I see Neil Oliver quite often when I’m on the train (not for a couple of years now, obviously). I also know Paolo Nutini.
I once got a ‘Big Fat B****d’ certificate for managing to eat a full English breakfast in a quantity that the hotel management said few had managed to eat. I’m wondering where it is now.
Wow, now that is a claim to fame - not only did you meet Princess Anne herself, but also her horse!!! Blimey, I think I need to start curtseying in your presence . And then John Denver too, wow!
My daughter was on stars in their eyes with Matthew Kelly. She was Linda Perry from 4 non blondes singing " what’s going on" . The same show a lad became George Michael and he won . I watched the filming in the audience for about 5 hours. A super experience . We were signed to secrecy before the show and not allowed to say who won . We kept the secret for 3 months . A big party at my house the night of the showing . Lovely memories
No need, she wasn’t such a lady & I certainly didn’t curtsy to her. She was quite rude actually. Just threw the horse reins at me & said hold this, like I was a servant.
Boy could she swear too. One of the horses in the box started scraping the floor, it made a lot of noise & the air turned blue. It wanted out I think.