Been on Top of the Pops
In 2 bands. Nothing like as glamorous as it looks. Best bit was meeting Babs Windsor in the alley round the back, while having a crafty fag, and her saying 'Alright, darling?'. Made my bloomin' day, that did.

And opening for Aerosmith at the last gig at the old Wembley Stadium. Our singer couldn't resist doing the Freddie Mercury thing, a la Live Aid. I thought 70,000 people would go 'Fuck off, you wanker!'. But 70,000 people went 'YES!!! COME ON!!!! WE'LL DO THE CALL AND RESPONSE THING!!!!!


I still thought he was a wanker.

Oh, and Joe Strummer came up to me backstage at T in the Park and, pointing to my authentic panama hat, said 'Nice weave, man.' I have to say, it is a nice hat.

Plus, me and my bandmates all managed a choreographed gob on Marilyn Manson's bass player at the one gig where our dressing room overlooked theirs on a particularly tortuous tour of Europe.

And my Granddad used to hang out with Pablo Picasso.

My dad once played an informal gig with Ginger Baker out of Cream on drums.

And my great grandma had to chuck that total pain in the arse Dylan Thomas out of her parties for being too pissed. She only stopped giving parties when the Rolling Stones started turning up...(!!!)

Oh, and I very nearly tripped Cherie Blair up as she sashayed towards the podium to give an award at a Help the Aged awards ceremony 2 years ago. Should have stuck my leg out a bit further. She was very nice about it.

And my Mum's got an MBE. Which is nice.
(redthing, Sun 27 Feb 2005, 1:18, Reply)