Halfway through a hard evening's shuffling about to the shambling sounds of North Side and The Soup Dragons at Feet First, I decided that it was that time of the evening when I would at last have to relieve myself. So there I am, standing at the urinal, when suddenly it becomes apparent that I am flanked by no less than Malc Treece and Miles Hunt out of The Wonderstuff! With these two stars as my 'wingmen' I found myself unable to concentrate and so I was glad when I could make my escape, but that was not before exchanging a few pleasantries on the way out. 'Will you be playing at Reading this year?' I asked nervously. They looked at each other before responding in unison. 'Yes', they said, before going back to the bar, reminiscing about the greatness of 'Hup', no doubt.
Celeb spotting action, not actual stalking. Gotta catch them all! Originally a popular feature of my site popex.com. 99% contributed by other people.