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Friday, 25 April 2014


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Yes, one of only three claims to fame I have is that I gobbed on Sir Bob at that gig at Bracknell Sports centre back in 1979.

See, it was the punk era, and gobbing on the lead vocalist, or any band member who came close enough, was a compliment, a term of endearment.

I also rubbed my winky across Kylie Minogue's bum, and induced Lembit Opik to take a swing at me.

Not the most auspicious of claims to fame, but fairly balanced and in some sense, meaningful, I feel.


Too much information, SoD!

Many years ago, when I was in the despatch trade, I was given the job of delivering a package to Bob Geldof. The despatch company I was working for at the time, insisted that I got Mr G. to sign for it in person.

I duly turned up on his doorstep - a flat overlooking Battersea Park as I recall - and a young Peaches Geldof let me in. Unfortunately he was very busy and I had to get back to my company to determine whether or not her signature would be acceptable.

While I was waiting, I chatted with her and she struck me as a very pleasant, well spoken and intelligent young lady. Eventually I received permission for her to sign and then I went on my way.

I can only echo what David has said. My heart goes out to Sir Bob for his loss. No parent should EVER have to bury one of his own children.

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