Quote Originally Posted by mickd1961 View Post
I loved Department S.


Talking of stars hiding in the closet, I will reprise an old story I've told here before.

My dad's best mate was a Birmingham copper in the mid 60's and was called to a top hotel in the city to deal with noise disturbance from one of the rooms.

Him and his partner banged on the door of the room and found a man in his mid 20's in a state of undress with two blond ****age boys who were butt naked.....allegedly.

They immediately recognised this major pop star and realised it was going to be a problem because being a shirt lifter in 65-66 was illegal in the UK.

The singers manager was called and a conversation was had with the Inspector at the station and a caution was issued under the stars true name and not his pop star name ( allegedly )

Probably best to ask Sue Barker whether she played doubles or mixed doubles with him.
I always knew it about Harry.

It might be how you catch people if they are having a bad day or not. We are all human and star or not it's impossible to be pleasant to everyone 24/7.
When my mother in law was in Russells Hall Johnny Briggs came to see his mother in law who was also in. He talked to my mother in law about Corrie and was very pleasant.
Roy Wood used to go in the Navigation at Greensforge by us, and Planty sometimes came in, both down to earth blokes.
Ally Rob used to call in the Hinksford on his way back from work and Super Bob has been in more than once. Again very down to earth guys, but we know Super love's mixing with fans and having a few drink.
I tend to leave them alone unless they speak to me, just because we are fans doesn't mean they are personal property.
In the sixties my mates friend was on holiday in Wales, they were having a drink when Jeff Astle and some blokes walked into the bar. They wanted an autograph but were nervous to approach him. Finally one asked him for the autograph explaing they were Albion fan's.
Astle walked over to where they were sitting, asked what they were drinking and bought them all a drink.


How about Shefali, Mick?