Glasgow Dec 31st 1987 & in typical Glasgow fashion we are wondering the streets looking for a party to crash.

A large house set back on its own has music blaring out and we just wander in.

The house is pretty busy and no one seems to mind so my mates & I end up in the kitchen. I recognise a couple of people and it slowly dawns on me that they are in one of Glasgow's current "finest" bands Wet Wet Wet.

I end up talking to the bass player, Graham I think, and he is actually quite a nice guy and thankfully we havent discussed music.

At that point in walks Marti Pellow with that stupid grin on his face. He looks at me in my black leather bikers jacket and shouts "Where's your bike?"

I ignore him so he shouts it again and taps me on the shoulder. Everyone is now looking at us both.

"Sorry, what did you say didnt realise you were talkng to me."

"No one else is in a bikers jacket." grins Marti spreading his hands and grinning at everyone

He is obviously the star of the party and I have just crashed it so feel I need to handle this in a diplomatic manner.

"Sorry I was lost in thought."

"About what."

"I was just thinking no wonder Wet Wet Wet havent released a single in ages cause your a right fat bastard and would look a right tit in the video."

Everyone was grinning now.....but thankfully not Marti

They say you should never meet your heroes as you will be disappointed.

Meet people you thinks are tossers I say cause they can exceed all expectations

It was cold back on the street