Oh yes it is

I once literally walked into Tony Blair at Manchester airport. I was on the way back from the cafe with two coffees and I watching this big group of people coming along the corridor, some had cameras and stuff and were walking backwards pointing them at someone. I got so distracted that I walked into that someone. He spilt my coffee too. Git.
It was a long time ago obviously. These days I would have been arrested.

When taking photogaphs at a sporting dinner for Wibsey FC many years ago George Best bought me and a few of the club guys a pint while he waited for his taxi to the Guide Post true gent and sobber at the time. On a R.L note Matt Diskin and Richard Silverwood at the White Rose but not at the same time.

You know when you're going down a corridor or a pavement, and about to crash into someone? You do that weird dance where you try to avoid each other in the same direction, then the other, then the other, and then the other before pulling yourselves together and going your seperate ways? I did that with Liam Neeson when he and Natasha Richardson came to open a lecture theatre named after Tony Richardson at Bradford Uni.

went to oz,new zealand in 2006 and was in wellington airport when the gb team arrived,eddie and stevo took the because our luggage had been delayed at sydney,t**ts.on a lighter note having a meal last night in the wyke lion and saw leon pryce and family.nice woman his mum

The bloke who played Mick in Brookside in Burger King in Bradford. He was in the other queue and gave me a filthy look. Not sure why.

I saw Eddie shopping in Warrington Morrisons in the summer.
He looked a right scruff!

Also saw Gareth Ellis in the Trafford Centre Nando's in November. He was with his missus. She wasn't much to look at

Took the Townsville to Sydney Flight with the entire Rugby League Press, Brian Noble joined the check in queue behind me singing Elvis and "someone" gave the pilot a birthday message for Ray French which may have slightly exaggerated his age

also saw eddie and stevo in their "summer gear" outside a bar in townsville, not a pretty sight

Whilst working in tesco when away at uni, served virtually the entire St Helens squad, Daniel Anderson the only one with any manners, kept Sean Long waiting ages by offering him a club card, schools vouchers and all sorts of rubbish, Johnny Vegas, who bought 2 of everything he came in for, Calvin and Hannah from Hollyoaks, and Steven Gerrards ugly wife.

Met Ray French loads of times as he was president of the local RU club I played for, always serving hotpot after training,

David Unsworth in a bookies at Uni, John McCririck at Aintree,

I used to be a BMI frequent flyer between Leeds/London for many years and met quite a few famous people either on the plane or in frequent flyer lounges. Here are some that easily come to mind...

Frank Carson, I met him a few times. One time he kept the entire FF lounge entertained on one of those days when every route shows delyed/cancelled. Strangely I never liked his TV act but, in person, he seemed much funnier.

Janet Street-Porter. She was booked on one flight with a standby on her preferred flight (which means that she was booked late). What a fuss she created in the FFL when told that she hadn't made the flight... F'ing and blinding very loudly, what a t@t!

Ian Botham... I'd got into Heathrow early from the US and was sat in the FFL on my own watching TV when in came IB and his Mrs. He sat down and then ordered his wife around like a slave. When I switched the TV channel he demanded (in an abusive sort of way) that I switch it back as he hadn't finished watching it. He went sulky when I informed him that the programme that had been on had actually finished, the next one being teletubbies. Boy, how his attitude changed though when two more sports celebs came in... all sweetness and light to everyone then!

Fred Trueman... sat next to me on the way back to Leeds. We had a very wide ranging conversation during which I found out that one of Fred's great delights was plain old fish and chips and a pint (no real surprise there)

Sir Alex Fergusson... met him in the FFL in Nice airport. We started talking about football but, when he spotted this wasn't exactly my area of expertise, he changed subject and we had a nice long chat waiting for our flight to Manchester, which had been delayed.

A long, long time ago I spoke to Bob Geldof, he and 'the rats' were eating at the next table to me in what was then a Chinese restaurant in Bradford somewhere behind the Alhambra. They were a right scruffy looking lot... I didn't twig who they were until I started wondering why people were staring in the window

Madonna... well I sat about 5 rows behind her on the plane - 5 rows filled with her entourage!

Phil Collins, sat next to me but went to sleep as soon as the flight took off. Fair does, he looked completely knackered. (I think he was on his way to a gig at Roundhay Park)

On topic with RL, I once had the great displeasure to have to sit through a meal sat opposite Maurice Lindsey on the train down to London. Pretty much all the way down he was on the phone calling people to tell them that he couldn't do this or that because he was on his way down to 'Number 10'. What a pompous ass

Oh, and David Bluncket... in 1987 all the trains from Kings-X to Leeds had been cancelled (hurricane had damaged the roof). There was a rumour of one train out of London northwards from St P's (next door). I skittled across and sat down in an empty 1st class compartment. The compartment quickly filled until there was only 1 seat left, opposite me. Well in comes David B and sits there. No problem with that... no, the only problem was his bloody great big dog which sat in front of him putting me in an ideal position to notice that it clearly needed its teeth cleaning

I also know rlthe bloke who is supposedrl (by some) to have been the inspiration for the main bloke in the Da Vinci Code. I assume it's the guy Tom Hanks plays in the film, but since I would rather witness the death of my entire family than either read or watch it I don't really know.

He used to pop down from the library upstairs to see his mate in the next office. He would leave that office, with its two people, so he didn't disturb them when his phone rang. That would be cool if he stayed in the corridor, but he came into our office, with its ten people, and stare absent mindedly out of our window while pontificating on whatever bull he'd made up that week.

Cock of ages.

We stayed in the same hotel as the Bulls squad on the first weekend we played Catalan in France.

My mate and I had the room next to Medley and McNamara and we regularly passed them in the coridoor during the weekend. On the morning of the game, we made my mate dress as Spiderman as we'd paid for his flight. Just as we were walking past Macca and Medley's room on the day of the game they were coming out of the door, my mate turns around (dressed as Spiderman) and asks:

"Was that you two making all those banging noises last night?".

We quickly jumped in the lift.

A good few years ago hubby was on big breakfast and met All Saints, they insisted on showing him their new (weeping) tatoos - nice!

Said he didn't want to offend them so he had a good look.

The whole St Helens first team squad? Weeping seems quite fitting.