Okay okay. Let me recall some more. I've tons.
One time, I was stood outside the London Astoria after a gig. Chatting to two band press officers who I was friends with. When
Sarah Cawood (from The Girlie Show, it wasn't on TV any more at this time) walked up and stepped between me and one of the guys I was stood talking to, with her back to me. Completely cut me off mid-conversation to talk to my friend. I thought it was
so rude.
I stood there with my mouth open and the other press officer nudged me, rolled his eyes and shook his head, then got a lighter out and pretended he was going to set fire to her revolting and childish faux fur back pack.
Can't stand the squeaky voiced dwarf since that.
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Met
Alison Hammond in a bar in the Midlands, she was on a date with a really skinny bloke. She was sooooo, so lovely, warm and chatty. I'd loved her in Big Brother and she was really happy to chat and have a photo taken. Lovely lady. Very genuine.
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I served
Pierce Brosnan when I was working at Our Price Brent Cross. I believe he was filming some James Bond scenes in the multi-storey car park and he popped in on his break. He bought a James Taylor CD. In a weird twist, I'd found out a year before from my uncle that we were related to Pierce. Think fourth cousin or something. I didn't mention it in case he thought I was mental.
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Worked in Argos Borehamwood when I was younger. Used to get loads of EastEnders actors come in.
Leslie Grantham (Dirty Den) was buying Elizabeth Duke one day when I was there. I also served
Daniella Westbrook buying kids' toys, she's not much older than me, and I recall just how aged her skin was. Felt really sad for her as she was really lovely and looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
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I also worked part time as a waitress in a pub while doing my A' Levels. Crappy chain pub, food was edible and mostly bought in and reheated, nothing fancy.
I was assigned a table of ten one lunchtime, the older guy of the group was holding court a bit and his fellow diners lapping it up. He was really demanding of me, almost to the point of clicking his fingers at me (waving me over like a lackey), wanted dishes changing, ordering a few drinks then immediately ordering others when I brought them over, literally I was running around like a headless chicken at their beck and call. Way more demanding than other large groups. Just had this air of entitlement. Was rude, arrogant and looked down on me.
I sucked it up, remained professional. They paid up at the end and buggered off. Left an absolute mess on the table and all over the floor, no tip. Whatever, I cleaned it all up.
Two little old ladies nearby finished their meal and pay up, it was pensioner special on that day of the week, they loved their weekly lunch out, it was also pension day. They'd always pay and then place a pound each into my hand and close my fingers over it, say thank you sweetheart. Such adorable ladies, not very well off, but full of appreciation and grace.
This time, as they are paying, they were in awe that I've been waiting on someone famous. I had no idea who they were on about. The older guy on the big table was apparently a famous, former, Scottish racing car driver
Jackie Stewart. Was very well known and rich apparently. I'd never heard of him. Looked him up after. It was him. Fame and money doesn't mean you've manners, or class.