Layed carpet in Russel Crowes place in Woolamaloo in Sydney.
Met him and his bit of fluff.
Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.
Yeah well you've met me Big Dave and I'm famous in my own house.
I've met a few famous people other than Big Dave - Hugh Anderson, Geoff Perry, Dale Wylie, Croz, Dave Hiscock, Robert Holden, Richard Scott and many other Kiwi racers, plus I was into Motorcross too so met a few of the old racers from back then in the 70's including the famous Mr Shirriffs - Morley.
Back then we had Gaston Rahier come to NZ so met him once in ChCh, also met Kiwis like Gary Goodfellow and Ross Horsburgh.
On the car scene met Peter Brock at a breakfast once.
Cheers
Merv
Met Pat Everson, she used to live near my parents when I was growing up... Grumpy tart, didn't like noisy kids climbing trees near her place, threatened to call the police... Wasn't even her land >![]()
Ken Dod, Randy Mamola, PF chili, A few UK TV celebs, Mick Doohan, Leo Sayer and....
Story: I have a brilliant memory for faces but names and why I know their faces, Nah.
So, there I am working security at the NEC when this tall guy with a familiar face walked towards me, I'm thinking, I know you really really well but I ain't got a clue where from. As he got closer I reasoned he must be a Firefighter from a nearby station or something, I knew his face as well as if he was a family member but feck all else was registering?
I gave up and gave him a really stupid smile so as not to appear rude, expecting a hand shake and a "how the hell are ya Mart" but the bastard walked straight past me. Feeling snubbed now myself, I shouted, "Not talking to me then ya snooty git!". As he turned and said "sorry, what" and his face went all angry like, his voice sent the terrible shock of realisation through me.
Yes I knew his face and yes I knew his voice, I watched him every Saturday morning hosting FECKING TISWAS. The man I had just chastised as an ignorant git was infact Chris Tarrant, host presenter and inventor of 'who wants to be a Millionaire'.
The best I could come up with in that nano second between recognising him, slagging him off and having a rather large angry man glowering at me was, (and I swear this is true), "Oh sorry Chris, I thought you were someone else"![]()
Oh bugger
Smoked hask with Jeff Fenechiebom?? in Bali. Talked with John Kirwan for 20-30min on the rocks at Raglan. Waited tables for John Banks during an AK City private function. Dated a Bendon bra model till she went into rehab
I met Rob Muldoon in the public toilet of the Wellington airport (Domestic terminal)
I peed on his shoe (accidentally) ... he didn't seem that pissed off even. He did say (After my apology as I was leaving) " It's ok ...I get that a lot" ...
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
Not met too many famous people. Biggest claim to fame is being related (cousins) to two of the Bay City Rollers (who...?).
My Dad always told of his big moment. We lived in the far north of Scotland in the early sixties (I was born there) - this was back in the days when the Queen Mother would holiday up there. Dad was returning from one of his cliff-edge "walks", when he saw a couple of Corgis running towards him. Hmmm, he thought.
Sure enough, up came the Queen Mum, with a couple of ladies-in-waiting (absolutely no security people). They stopped to chat, and Dad spent around twenty minutes talking to her about the location and wildlife. He never gave any hint that he knew who she was - she seemed delighted, while her staff gave Dad filthy looks.
Sometimes even the most famous people really enjoy being treated as an anonymous equal.
Can I believe the magic of your size... (The Shirelles)
Got within arms reach of Michael Jackson at Starship Hospital (my daughter was there, and was a HUGE fan to boot) when he was out here with his History Concert. I have never been more blown away by the look of someone. He was perfect. Petite, and so perfectly made up. His hands were the same size as mine, such a fine boned person. He was just so lovely. He put me in mind of a hand painted porcelain doll. I wanted to take him home![]()
I met Ivan Mauger down at the long track meeting he was promoting in Dunedin (Forbury). Someone has screwed up and they didn't have enough methanol. One of the organisers knew I used meth in a TQ I was racing at beachlands so asked if i could sell it to them. Went home to Andy Bay, got a full 20 litre can of fuel, took it back to Forbury and Mauger didn't want to pay full price for it. Apparently standing next to his eminence should have been reward enough. The other guys paid up though.
it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
(PostalDave on ADVrider)
I had dinner virtually one on one with Kevin Schwantz a year or two back. Turned out the average bloke on the street that isint into racing wouldnt have a fuckin clue who he is, which begs the question, what exactly is famous?
I've met Nodrog.
...i met god once, just after that i bought a motorbike...
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