When I was young and all was right with the world.
My brother used to have a bit of trouble with his balance, and generally seeing things that were there. In other words, a clumsy twat.

Walking through the town centre one day, kids being kids, we were being little shits, chasing each other and punching each other in the arm or calling each other "bumhead".

After a while of this happening, my mother got a little wound up and decided enough was enough, and called us back, almost as if on cue, my brother managed to run into a man just walking out of the shop.

This man was none other than Vic Reeves.

Apparently he was very polite about it, and even found it quite funny that a small child had just bounced off of him.
(Maccy Divided by 0 on, Wed 14 Oct 2009, 0:24, Reply)