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I think I've bragged about this on a previous thread but I was once pissed on by Kevin Kennedy who played Curly Watts on Coronation Street back in the 1980s.

A mate of mine was at Uni in Manchester and shared a local with the aforementioned Mr. Kennedy. I was down for a visit one time and was taking care of business in the Gents when Curly came in and went about his own affairs at the adjacent urinal. Because I'm too cool to be impressed by celebrity, we just did the polite nod and said "Ah-reet?", then carried on with what we were doing. 

He's taller than me so before too long I realised I was getting significant splashback. My hands, my wrists and presumably my clothes. At the time I just remember trying not to laugh while wondering "What is the appropriate response in this situation?"

And because I know you're wondering, yes, his boaby was quite a bit bigger than mine.

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On 05/01/2017 at 21:16, jagfox99 said:

For some reason I thought you worked in a hospital? Maybe you do and they're just accident prone...

Mental health hospital.

Although there's also a sexual health service on site.

The writer's publicly admitted suffering from depression so I presume she visits the IAPT counsellors. I guess in theory I could mention her name as long as I don't say which hospital I work at.

I presume the porn star comes in for clap testing.

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  • 6 months later...

I met Daniella Westbrook in Titanic in London in about 1999. She'd been in a car crash a year or so before and her face was a bit mangled. It was a wid not from me (and I'm sure the feeling was mutal), though I did get my be-Patrick Cox'd paws on a nice Aussie girl. 

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3 hours ago, Highland Capital said:

I was walking down Lothian Road one Saturday morning and saw Nicola Sturgeon driving her car.

I saw a Rolls (or similar) crawling through Chatham town centre at about 11pm one night in 1993, with a small group of weans chasing behind, trying to grab one of the wee Union Flegs attached to the rear. John Major was in the back seat, hunkered down behind one of the broadsheets. He'd had a famously rough day at work, the details of which are lost to me now, so I can only assume he decided to take a look at the home of the Chatham Pocket in order to cheer himself up about how much worse things could be.

Of course, as my old mate Michael Winner pointed out to Charles Bronson at my graduation party, this is pretty poor name-dropping, but still.

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