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Your Claim To Fame

Wow Froth how did ya swing that one...Toni is great and sadly battling cancer at the moment.

Yes, [FONT=arial, sans-serif]lymphoma. My daughter's partner's mother just died of a similar cancer. I do wish him well
I worked with my self employed builder brother in law doing a big extension to Toni's house in Wythall in the early 70's. We were there for about 4 months, Toni was in America most of that time. He came home for a week and in that time he made us coffee every morning. He is a gentleman, Villa supporter but I suppose we can't be perfect at everything lol. I'll always remember his gold discs and guitars hanging on the walls and his metallic blue Rolls.
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Charlie - I remember seeing West Brom Albion come along Soho Road in an open top bus after winning the FA cup in 1953 I think it was. I was standing on the Soho Road just about to go into the Regal to see a film. It was quite an exciting moment and everyone was cheering them. I wonder if Derek Kevan was amongst the team?

Judy
I watched that at Snow Hill Judy, I was ever so slightly in love with Ronnie Allen at the time!
 
I've got a few bits and pieces for this thread. When I was ten, I was the Northfield May Queen and there was a photo in the paper of me being crowned by our local MP.
I danced with Edwin Starr at Rebecca's in Severn Street.
When I was eighteen, I moved to London. I was a cashier in the travel office in the House of Commons and even though it was a while since decimalisation, Enoch Powell sent me a cheque filled in wrongly - half the new way, half the old way. I sent it back to him. He replied basically telling me to go forth and multiply. (I still have a copy of that letter.)
I was a croupier at the Ritz Casino in Piccadilly and dealt blackjack to Telly Savalas - 'Hit me, Baby.' Loved it.
I was forcibly removed from Martina Navratilova's practice court at Wimbledon for trying to get her autograph.

Nothing spectacular here but I hope you found them interesting.
 
My feeble claim to fame was seeing Billy Fury making a film at Gatwick airport. Another feeble claim was being detained by East German police at Checkpoint Charlie, & was" rescued" by a very large Russian officer. Very embarrassing !
 
While I was in Arica in the RAF in 1950 on the last Lancaster squadron (82PR) I met the Duke of Kent in Nairobi, he had come out to present the city with it's Royal charter and he had asked our CO if he could have a flight in a Lancaster, they chose our aircraft, I was the wireless operator and he sat by me on the main spar chatting like an ordinary person, he did say if the Palace found out he would be in it because of the safety aspect. Later the same year we were in Bo, Sierra Leone, completely desolate so off duty we would catch the ferry across the bay to the capital Freetown, as the ferry arrived a number of clerics disembarked, some African and some white, one of them chatted to me, it turned out to be Doctor Fisher the then Arch Bishop of Canterbury. On my next tour in the far east in 1953 I was by then married and we had a flat in Kowloon on the main land and used to catch the Star ferry to Hong Kong, one day she was on the ferry with another military Wife and sat chatting to a large American woman and 2 men in black suits, it turned out to be Eleanor Roosevelt, the presidents Wife, the men in black were her body guards, Eric
 
I've got a few bits and pieces for this thread. When I was ten, I was the Northfield May Queen and there was a photo in the paper of me being crowned by our local MP.
I danced with Edwin Starr at Rebecca's in Severn Street.
When I was eighteen, I moved to London. I was a cashier in the travel office in the House of Commons and even though it was a while since decimalisation, Enoch Powell sent me a cheque filled in wrongly - half the new way, half the old way. I sent it back to him. He replied basically telling me to go forth and multiply. (I still have a copy of that letter.)
I was a croupier at the Ritz Casino in Piccadilly and dealt blackjack to Telly Savalas - 'Hit me, Baby.' Loved it.
I was forcibly removed from Martina Navratilova's practice court at Wimbledon for trying to get her autograph.

Nothing spectacular here but I hope you found them interesting.
Lucky you didn’t dance with Freddie Starr !
 
My wife had a long chat with Nigel Kennedy on the Malvern Hills a good few years ago while she was walking our dog and I was at work. Totally normal person. I got the autograph of Bob Monkhouse outside some pier theatre when I was too young to know who he was. Not a patch on the experiences of others here. I bet not many famous people talk about meeting me either.
Andrew.
 
having a drink with jimmy ruffin and his wife, getting £10 OFF ENGLEBURT for hanging his coat in the cloak room
at the angus st chads
 
I was once in the small lounge of a Yorkshire Inn near Redmire, enjoying a pint of Theakston‘s XB. Three blokes sat at a table with the dominoes ready. In comes Jack Charlton and the game starts. It was very close to the Glorious Twelfth !
 
I was once in the small lounge of a Yorkshire Inn near Redmire, enjoying a pint of Theakston‘s XB. Three blokes sat at a table with the dominoes ready. In comes Jack Charlton and the game starts. It was very close to the Glorious Twelfth !
Jackie Charlton was a hunting & fisherman. Your mention of the glorious 12th reminded me of how sad it is to kill an animal for sport.
 
Nothing very glorious about shooting for the sake of it and likely many not eaten but just dumped. Similarly nothing wonderful about catching fish for the sake of it, and probably damaging their mouths, and throwing them back because they are inedible.
 
I did my army driver training at Blandford Forum June to September 1956 with Kenny Lynch the entertainer.

In the summer of 1977 during the Queens silver Jubilee, I sat in our local pub, "The Bluebell Inn" Tattershall Thorpe, Lincs, with Lionel Blair, he was at the pub to draw a massive raffle.
Did he read out the number or do a quick mime for the winner to guess?
 
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