Apparently, Alan's wife had friends or relatives in Scotland and, whenever they visited them, they would take the opportunity to come along to the bowling alley in question. This led me to wonder aloud to Alan about the following 'what if?' scenario, which perhaps isn't as far-fetched or as unlikely as it may at first seem.
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Basically, I speculated as to whether Alan might ever have passed me in his car on his way to the bowling alley as I made my way home reading TV21, seen me, and said to his wife and friends: "Hey, that kid's reading my comic." (A road to the alley ran past the foot of my street and was a regular route of mine.)
Roy Castle was the first proper celebrity I ever met. I was seven going on eight. I approached him excitedly with my ever-present drawing pad and pen. He leaned close, smiled, put a hand on my shoulder and said...
ReplyDelete..."Son, you can stick that pen up your *rse and play Swanee River".
Oh, Mr Straightman, you are awful...hee hee.
ReplyDeleteOl' Roy was one of the good 'uns.