angelwitch
Player Valuation: £6m
The worst douchebag that was famous I met was James Hetfield, easily followed by snooker player Dennis Taylor.
Most ignorant/obnoxious famous person you have met?
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Lewis Hamilton. Utter, utter [Poor language removed].
Me and the mrs. were in monaco for the grand prix a couple years back and we went clubbing in the evening. Hamilton was in the same club, as were some of the other drivers. They were all gracious enough to pose for photos and autograph stuff when people approached them, but he was swaggering around like a moody prick and barging his way to the front at the bar. Loved it when my mrs. told him to mind his manners and wait his f*cking turn.
Me and the mrs. were in monaco for the grand prix a couple years back and we went clubbing in the evening. Hamilton was in the same club, as were some of the other drivers. They were all gracious enough to pose for photos and autograph stuff when people approached them, but he was swaggering around like a moody prick and barging his way to the front at the bar. Loved it when my mrs. told him to mind his manners and wait his f*cking turn.
Baines' left foot
Player Valuation: £90m
Paul Ince.
He thinks he's solid as he used to be the "guvnor" and his mates hang on every letter than passes his lips. He drinks in my local pub from time to time and he acts like he's the only person in the room.
Stop staring at me you utter has been, you're a tit and you're son is a [Poor language removed].
I don't know who that first person is but I'm really not surprised by the second at all.
He thinks he's solid as he used to be the "guvnor" and his mates hang on every letter than passes his lips. He drinks in my local pub from time to time and he acts like he's the only person in the room.
Stop staring at me you utter has been, you're a tit and you're son is a [Poor language removed].
I don't know who that first person is but I'm really not surprised by the second at all.
angelwitch
Player Valuation: £6m
He's the lead singer in Metallica - I had a bit of a ding dong with him on Grafton street in 1988 after I got two autographs for two femal friends of mine (you'd swear I'd asked him for a loan the way he carried on) and then he asked me my name to give me an autograpgh and I said I didn't want for myself - talk about butthurt, he turns to his minions and starts cursing me out - I turned on him and told him what I thought of him, I wasn;t going to be cowered by some prima donna rock star.
Dennis Taylor did this exibition in a local pub/snooker hall just after he won the world championship, he hits one ball, then refuses autographs from a few kids and storms out of the hall. I have no interest in snooker at all, and just to piss him off I chased into his posh car and stuck a beer mat in his face and said "sign" - the face on him, the miserable git. I got the autograph and gave it to one of the fans. God knows why they wanted it after that display of "I AM."
COYB
Player Valuation: £35m
james beattie, getting me top signed by him .. had me breaky before the match
spilt milk on me top wasnt much like but had a milk stain cba getting changed cos had to leave
so just went straight there, 'spilt ur breaky there kid' wouldnt even be bothered but everyone just looked
and made me look like a [Poor language removed] wasnt that obvious before he said
got his autograph tho so forgived him . JAMES BT LAD !
spilt milk on me top wasnt much like but had a milk stain cba getting changed cos had to leave
so just went straight there, 'spilt ur breaky there kid' wouldnt even be bothered but everyone just looked
and made me look like a [Poor language removed] wasnt that obvious before he said
got his autograph tho so forgived him . JAMES BT LAD !
EFCNIK
Banned
Met a few famous people/ been around some but I'm not the [Poor language removed] that goes 'sign this sign that' when they are out with their families or just minding their own business. Only ever met sound celebs, the nicest being Joe Hart who took the time out to say thanks and shake MY hand aswell as Skrillex and Dougie from McFly who were both cool as ****. Katy B asked me and my mate to sit down with her and her mate backstage at Parklife last year after we approached, never been so made up!
angelwitch
Player Valuation: £6m
Musicians on the street before a show are open game to be asked for an autograph; without the fans they would not enjoy a pampered lifestyle - signing an autograph is the least they can do. As Ozzy (who've I've met and is a top bloke) said, the day he stops being asked for his autograph is time to worry. We met him and Zac Wylde on the street before a show and incredibly humble, both of them, yapped to us for ages about everything from music to the weather to the price of houses.
steken1
Player Valuation: £70m
I've never bothered to ask for an autograph tbh. I've never understood what a squiggle on a piece of paper means to people. Kits and stuff like that I get though.
Me and my mate, who was a massive Kopite, saw Mcmanaman in a club once when we were 15. When he wen't for a piss I said to my mate go in and say hello. He did and the arrogant Cnut blanked him completely and walked right past him. Later on that night we saw Stuart Barlow blitzed in the maccies and he was sound as. He even offered to take us the strippers but we both **** ourselves.
Me and my mate, who was a massive Kopite, saw Mcmanaman in a club once when we were 15. When he wen't for a piss I said to my mate go in and say hello. He did and the arrogant Cnut blanked him completely and walked right past him. Later on that night we saw Stuart Barlow blitzed in the maccies and he was sound as. He even offered to take us the strippers but we both **** ourselves.
RFUS
Anustart
I don't think you can really judge too much.
To us meeting someone famous doesn't happen often but the reverse happens to them every day. If you're having a bad day and are a bit moody then I can see why you wouldn't be so gracious for a fan.
Of course some people are utter bulbs, but I don't know, I guess being famous wouldn't be completely brilliant.
To us meeting someone famous doesn't happen often but the reverse happens to them every day. If you're having a bad day and are a bit moody then I can see why you wouldn't be so gracious for a fan.
Of course some people are utter bulbs, but I don't know, I guess being famous wouldn't be completely brilliant.
Sharpy's labrador
Player Valuation: £100k
I'll never forgive Tony Cottee for not signing my birthday card after all the rest of the team had. The short arse just blanked me and walked straight out of the players lounge. I was only 9.
steken1
Player Valuation: £70m
One the other side of the coin some players really understand what they, and the game, means to people.
This was posted on TW and I thought it showed what a brilliant man Gazza is.
I thought I'd share a tale about how the best English player of a generation appeared in my little life.
The scene was set in 1987; Everton were League Champions and I was 15. I was a very small 15-year-old and had the obligatory skinhead and thought I was hard. Defo...
Me and our Neil were pestering my Dad in the Mandarin over some wanton soup to take us to an up-coming away game. I forget who it was now, but me Dad just said he'd rather wait and take us to a decent away and suggested Newcastle. Result! Me and our kid were chuffed as monkeys.
The debate in the Chinese was at the start of the season in August, and Newcastle came around end of September I think. The morning of the match and we were up early and on the road just after 8. We had a gold Cortina Ghia and there was a full car with me, our kid, Paul Bennett from school and a scouser called Ozzie who drank in the Bug in Crosby. ****, we hardly knew Oz, and when we picked him up he stank of ale.
We pretty much cruised up to the Toon and were looking for our tickets around midday. Now Paul's dad Wally worked for Liverpool's development office and Wally is a fanatical Blue. He had arranged for our tickets to be picked up at the Newcastle reception. This is when disaster struck. No sign of the tickets.
This was 1987: no mobile phones to jump on and a stadium redevelopment meant all Toon home games were all-ticket. ****! So we take off and look all around the ground for other offices, with our hopes of seeing the game fading fast. I headed back to the reception for one last try. Nobody had a clue about these tickets, there had just been some terrible mix-up somewhere. ****! So this hard little skinhead was starting to get watery eyes in the reception area and this lad with some sincere concern asks me what's the matter?
I did a double take of this lad who was clearly a player and recognised him as the local hero Paul Gascoigne. Now this fella was not a superstar at the time and we didn't even know he was known locally as Gazza! So here I am wiping away my eyes and telling the future England sensation that our tickets have gone missing.
"Who are ya with, mate?"
"Me dad, me brother and me mates, there's five of us."
"Well, go and find them and I'll get you in."
So off I sprint across a car park to grab the others. Screaming excitedly...."Dad, dad come quick ? I've met some player Paul Gascoigne and he's gonna get us in!!"
When we hurry back to the reception, Gazza is outside and surrounded by young geordies, who are just hanging off him, and he is just laughing his head off giving them all signed photos of himself. He then sees me and is just grinning ear to ear. This is what it is like to be a 19-year-old local working class hero.
He gives us all a signed photo and has a joke with my Dad. With the redevelopment of the ground, there was only one stand open and terrace at the two goal ends. Gazza strolls over to a gateman outside the away end. "Haway man, these are me scouse cousins, let em in for us." Without hesitation a large gate opened and in we went, Gazza telling us we had no chance today, again just laughing his head off and giving us the thumbs up.
The game was very average and ended 1-1, Newcastle had a very quick Brazilian Mirandinha, who scored, and Ian Snodin scored for us. I think Adrian Heath may have been sent off too!
After the match, I can just remember buzzing off what a great lad Gazza had been. When I got home, I wrote a letter of thanks to Gazza addressed to Newcastle Utd FC and enclosed an Everton badge and told him to sign for us!
Well, what do you know? A couple of days later a parcel arrives at our house, which was addressed to me... and ii wasn't Christmas... WTF?!!
So I open the parcel and packed inside is every imaginable piece on Newcastle stationary, badges and photos. Not only that but there was a two page letter written on Newcastle headed note paper from the man himself. In it he joked that he had looked for me in the away end, but there had been so many skinheads in there he had to give up and concentrate on the game! He also said we were jammy getting away with a draw and that he looked forward to seeing me at the return game later in the season.
Look folks, I know this sounds mental and even now sometimes I can't believe it happened that a legend like Gascoigne had the time for young lost bluenose.
Anyway, fast forward towards the end of that season, or late March maybe? Newcastle come to Goodison and me and Ray, one of the lads from school are waiting for the Newcastle coach on Goodison Road. Gazza is now hot property and a move is inevitable for him in the summer. The Newcastle coach is ****. As Gazza is getting off, I catch his eye and wave, and he just breaks out into that big grin. Now no ****er in school really believes that Gazza is gonna recognise me, and Ray's gob is on the floor.
"Haway son, are ya alreet, do ya need any tickets?"
We had tickets, but like the greedy little teenager i was said "No" without pause. Gazza then sticks his had in his pocket and gives me 6 tickets and just starts laughing... "Haway, just sell a few, and I'll see you here after the match."
Me and Ray went off down Goodison Road flogging Main Stand tickets for a cut-price 2 quid and thought we were proper spivs. We catch up with Gazza after the match and he chats to us about the game just outside the reception. Everton won 1-0 and I think maybe Sheedy scored, but Gazza missed a sitter late on and was kicking himself. Just as they were getting on the coach to head off, Gazza puts his hand in his pocket and gives me a fiver "Get yaself some sweets son," that huge grin appears and he says, "see ya next season, Matthew son!"
Paul Gascoigne went on to absolute superstardom; over the next several seasons he always looked after his Everton Scouse Cousin. I had his mobile number after he moved to Spurs although I only really contacted him prior to games I once phoned and left a message on his answer phone after he had been sent off against Manchester Utd. Just telling him to keep his chin up... when ya 19 and the phone goes in the morning and ya bunking college and the guy on the other end of the phone is English Football's saviour... it really is a mad world!
I really could go on and on and on... the shirt he signed for Everton in is signed and in my brother's house.
I'm now no longer in touch with the man. I moved to New Zealand seven years ago. As a boy, Paul Gasciogne treated me in a way I will never forget. He is an unbelievably generous man, who just wants to be treated normally and loved. I would like to thank him for all the kindness he showed to me and my friends. I pray the guy stays healthy and enjoys the rest of his life, as we have enjoyed his genius.
This was posted on TW and I thought it showed what a brilliant man Gazza is.
I thought I'd share a tale about how the best English player of a generation appeared in my little life.
The scene was set in 1987; Everton were League Champions and I was 15. I was a very small 15-year-old and had the obligatory skinhead and thought I was hard. Defo...
Me and our Neil were pestering my Dad in the Mandarin over some wanton soup to take us to an up-coming away game. I forget who it was now, but me Dad just said he'd rather wait and take us to a decent away and suggested Newcastle. Result! Me and our kid were chuffed as monkeys.
The debate in the Chinese was at the start of the season in August, and Newcastle came around end of September I think. The morning of the match and we were up early and on the road just after 8. We had a gold Cortina Ghia and there was a full car with me, our kid, Paul Bennett from school and a scouser called Ozzie who drank in the Bug in Crosby. ****, we hardly knew Oz, and when we picked him up he stank of ale.
We pretty much cruised up to the Toon and were looking for our tickets around midday. Now Paul's dad Wally worked for Liverpool's development office and Wally is a fanatical Blue. He had arranged for our tickets to be picked up at the Newcastle reception. This is when disaster struck. No sign of the tickets.
This was 1987: no mobile phones to jump on and a stadium redevelopment meant all Toon home games were all-ticket. ****! So we take off and look all around the ground for other offices, with our hopes of seeing the game fading fast. I headed back to the reception for one last try. Nobody had a clue about these tickets, there had just been some terrible mix-up somewhere. ****! So this hard little skinhead was starting to get watery eyes in the reception area and this lad with some sincere concern asks me what's the matter?
I did a double take of this lad who was clearly a player and recognised him as the local hero Paul Gascoigne. Now this fella was not a superstar at the time and we didn't even know he was known locally as Gazza! So here I am wiping away my eyes and telling the future England sensation that our tickets have gone missing.
"Who are ya with, mate?"
"Me dad, me brother and me mates, there's five of us."
"Well, go and find them and I'll get you in."
So off I sprint across a car park to grab the others. Screaming excitedly...."Dad, dad come quick ? I've met some player Paul Gascoigne and he's gonna get us in!!"
When we hurry back to the reception, Gazza is outside and surrounded by young geordies, who are just hanging off him, and he is just laughing his head off giving them all signed photos of himself. He then sees me and is just grinning ear to ear. This is what it is like to be a 19-year-old local working class hero.
He gives us all a signed photo and has a joke with my Dad. With the redevelopment of the ground, there was only one stand open and terrace at the two goal ends. Gazza strolls over to a gateman outside the away end. "Haway man, these are me scouse cousins, let em in for us." Without hesitation a large gate opened and in we went, Gazza telling us we had no chance today, again just laughing his head off and giving us the thumbs up.
The game was very average and ended 1-1, Newcastle had a very quick Brazilian Mirandinha, who scored, and Ian Snodin scored for us. I think Adrian Heath may have been sent off too!
After the match, I can just remember buzzing off what a great lad Gazza had been. When I got home, I wrote a letter of thanks to Gazza addressed to Newcastle Utd FC and enclosed an Everton badge and told him to sign for us!
Well, what do you know? A couple of days later a parcel arrives at our house, which was addressed to me... and ii wasn't Christmas... WTF?!!
So I open the parcel and packed inside is every imaginable piece on Newcastle stationary, badges and photos. Not only that but there was a two page letter written on Newcastle headed note paper from the man himself. In it he joked that he had looked for me in the away end, but there had been so many skinheads in there he had to give up and concentrate on the game! He also said we were jammy getting away with a draw and that he looked forward to seeing me at the return game later in the season.
Look folks, I know this sounds mental and even now sometimes I can't believe it happened that a legend like Gascoigne had the time for young lost bluenose.
Anyway, fast forward towards the end of that season, or late March maybe? Newcastle come to Goodison and me and Ray, one of the lads from school are waiting for the Newcastle coach on Goodison Road. Gazza is now hot property and a move is inevitable for him in the summer. The Newcastle coach is ****. As Gazza is getting off, I catch his eye and wave, and he just breaks out into that big grin. Now no ****er in school really believes that Gazza is gonna recognise me, and Ray's gob is on the floor.
"Haway son, are ya alreet, do ya need any tickets?"
We had tickets, but like the greedy little teenager i was said "No" without pause. Gazza then sticks his had in his pocket and gives me 6 tickets and just starts laughing... "Haway, just sell a few, and I'll see you here after the match."
Me and Ray went off down Goodison Road flogging Main Stand tickets for a cut-price 2 quid and thought we were proper spivs. We catch up with Gazza after the match and he chats to us about the game just outside the reception. Everton won 1-0 and I think maybe Sheedy scored, but Gazza missed a sitter late on and was kicking himself. Just as they were getting on the coach to head off, Gazza puts his hand in his pocket and gives me a fiver "Get yaself some sweets son," that huge grin appears and he says, "see ya next season, Matthew son!"
Paul Gascoigne went on to absolute superstardom; over the next several seasons he always looked after his Everton Scouse Cousin. I had his mobile number after he moved to Spurs although I only really contacted him prior to games I once phoned and left a message on his answer phone after he had been sent off against Manchester Utd. Just telling him to keep his chin up... when ya 19 and the phone goes in the morning and ya bunking college and the guy on the other end of the phone is English Football's saviour... it really is a mad world!
I really could go on and on and on... the shirt he signed for Everton in is signed and in my brother's house.
I'm now no longer in touch with the man. I moved to New Zealand seven years ago. As a boy, Paul Gasciogne treated me in a way I will never forget. He is an unbelievably generous man, who just wants to be treated normally and loved. I would like to thank him for all the kindness he showed to me and my friends. I pray the guy stays healthy and enjoys the rest of his life, as we have enjoyed his genius.
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
A mate of me Mums married a RS director, not sure who. My mates lad was a big LFC supporter, (aged 5!), and his dad was taking him up his first game for his birthday. I let me mum know, and the morning before the match, the postie delivered him a massive Robbie Fowler poster, signed by him, with a short note, and promise to meet him after the match in the lounge.
Fair play I thought. (But then a director had asked him!)
Fair play I thought. (But then a director had asked him!)
tim-cahill-legend
Player Valuation: £1m
great story that steven, and its a great shame what he's turning into, seemed to sort himself out a bit, but last time i seen him on tv he didnt look all there again
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