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Mad Doug Biker

Mediocrity Manifest.
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Film Star !

2:48 was my first clip - green and white cap on the right.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkr76oa1vyo

I wish I had a magic bag like that. ๐Ÿค”
I was also tickled by the sockets sticking out of the ground in the middle of nowhere. ๐Ÿ˜†

What were the brothers like to work with?

Anyway, now we know what you look like (or looked like at least).
Also had to keep him hidden from the press while he snug a pee in some nearby bushes. As he said ` they would love a photo'.
You didn't see his Branson then? ๐Ÿ˜†
As an older bobby I did personal security for... Rod Hull. Yes, honest.
Is it true what Emu said about Rod actually being the maniac of the two? ๐Ÿ˜†
I'm surprised no one has proudly declared they appeared on Jim'll Fix It.
I am sure there was something sitting proud, yes, but... Erm... ANNYway!
I once shook hands with Jimmy Savile๐Ÿ˜ณ
I once shook hands with Tony Blair. Just as bad, if not worse!
In the very last match at Burnden Park there was a close up of me eating a pie live on Sky before the match started.
I hope you were chomping it down like a pig! :mrpig::mrpig::mrpig::hungry: ๐Ÿ˜†
More than that, Outside of Thames TV, Teddington studios, I once walked past Honor Blackman of Avengers, and Pussy Galore fame. For a lad of 13 it was an unsettling experience.
๐Ÿ˜†
I was cycling 'twixt Ings & Staveley in the Lake District minding my own business at a nice steady rate when 2 police motor cyclists began accompanying me. One in front and one behind. They stayed there whilst a convoy with a Rolls containing HRH Liz & her daughter whizzed by.
I once saw that in London (ok, I was walking at the time), only it was Anne and Philip who whizzed by.
Anne did peer out of the window, briefly admiring my toned legs and pert bum. :laugh:
One was actually looking at your bike! ๐Ÿ˜†
I knew the answers to others questions but not my own (15-1). It was an experience at least and I vowed never again.
My Mum once joked that when you were eliminated, a big metal thing came down and squashed you.

I am presuming that that is why you are now 5 foot 4? ๐Ÿ˜†
 
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I wish I had a magic bag like that. ๐Ÿค”
I was also tickled by the sockets sticking out of the ground in the middle of nowhere. ๐Ÿ˜†

What were the brothers like to work with?

Anyway, now we know what you look like (or looked like at least).

You didn't see his Branson then? ๐Ÿ˜†

Is it true what Emu said about Rod actually being the maniac of the two? ๐Ÿ˜†

I am sure there was something sitting proud, yes, but... Erm... ANNYway!

I once shook hands with Tony Blair. Just as bad, if not worse!

I hope you were chomping it down like a pig! :mrpig::mrpig::mrpig::hungry: ๐Ÿ˜†

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I once saw that in London (ok, I was walking at the time), only it was Anne and Philip who whizzed by.

One was actually looking at your bike! ๐Ÿ˜†

My Mum once joked that when you were eliminated, a big metal thing came down and squashed you.

I am presuming that that is why you are now 5 foot 4? ๐Ÿ˜†

That may have been so but at least I was`nt the weakest link ! mind you, I would have been if I had ventured to meet Ann Robinson !
 
My Dad had worked his way up from running steam engines all the way to senior management on the railroad. When the queen visited Canada in 1970 the railroad chose Dad to be the companyโ€™s representative on the royal train to deal with any issues that came up. There were no issues on the trip so he spent most of his time playing gin rummy with the royal couple.

Prince Philip and my dad were both motorheads and so fell to discussing train engines. As my dad was the railroadโ€™s authority on the royal train and as he still had current papers for operating a locomotive on the railroad this lead to the two of them taking over the running of the locomotive for a bit, the Prince having a crack at the controls.

Iโ€™m sure that could never happen today.
 
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I once met Michael Bentine at an airshow. He signed one of my drawings.
My mum in law was in a pub in Warwickshire. Chris Tarrant walked in and did a pose in the doorway. I think he expected people to rush up and meet the โ€œstarโ€ that has just made a grand entrance.
No one took any notice and he was rather annoyed.
 

Mad Doug Biker

Mediocrity Manifest.
Location
Craggy Island
I once met Michael Bentine at an airshow. He signed one of my drawings
You carried your drawings with you? ๐Ÿ˜†
My mum in law was in a pub in Warwickshire. Chris Tarrant walked in and did a pose in the doorway. I think he expected people to rush up and meet the โ€œstarโ€ that has just made a grand entrance.
No one took any notice and he was rather annoyed.
I bet the Barmaid said that he does that every time! ๐Ÿ˜†
 

Mad Doug Biker

Mediocrity Manifest.
Location
Craggy Island
Back in the mid - naughties, my family (including Bruno and Cindy) and I once took part in a mass dog walk in Edinburgh (Ingliston Show Ground).

It was to try and break the world record for the most participants on one walk.

Anette Crosby (Margaret from One Foot In The Grave) was there with her 3 legged rescue Greyhound (front right leg I think) and was interested in Cindy, our 3 legged Staffie (missing back left leg; She'd been in a car accident as a pup before we got her. She was also a Pedigree and so was quite small and petite).

Both her and our other Dog, Bruno, did us proud, but sadly, we didn't quite break the record.

Oh well.

I also think one or two other 'slebs' were there too, but Annette was there leading the way!

Incidentally, our very own @Pat "5mph" met Cindy several times.
 
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Dogtrousers

Lefty tighty. Get it righty.
I've remembered a good one.

In the 80s some of the trains from S Wales to London were the old corridor-and-compartment type.

I shared a compartment from Newport to Paddington with George Melly. He slept most of the way and snored incredibly loudly.

We did not speak to each other.
 

Mad Doug Biker

Mediocrity Manifest.
Location
Craggy Island
I've remembered a good one.

In the 80s some of the trains from S Wales to London were the old corridor-and-compartment type.

I shared a compartment from Newport to Paddington with George Melly. He slept most of the way and snored incredibly loudly.

We did not speak to each other.

Drowned out the sound of your Class 50 (or whatever was hauling your train), did he? ๐Ÿ˜†
 
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