to my previous exhibit 1 and exhibit 2.

Once stood behind him in a Chip Shop in Southampton. Cod and large chips unsurprisingly

...in Monmouth Waitrose. I can vouch for this.

Living a mile from Rockfield, it's not uncommon to walk into the village local and see a pissed Gallagher or an earnest Manic (Ernest Manic? Who he?) propping up the pool table

I saw Paddy McGuinness in Horwich Tesco yesterday.

Wha? Not many slebs in Notlob!

Is a bit of a mecca for celebs. I stood on Hardeep Singh Kohli's foot once as we both bent down for the garlic.

And Bob Wilson was in there on Saturday. He's quite small for a former goalkeeper.

use the veg shop and launderette up the road ( although not always in that order ). Euros Childs sometimes sups at my local. ( He's very shy you know ).

Only really had two. First was when I nearly knocked Michael Hutchence (and Paula and an offspring) down the stairs in the Conran Shop on the Fulham Road. They were spread out on the stairs and I was in a hurry. MH was rock star small and I'm tall and he was down a stair or so so I very nearly trod on him.

Second was Brian May on a flight to Nairobi (I was hobnobbing in First - I worked for the airline). He was a true gent to all the staff and was probably the least stuck up person of fame I'd seen on a plane.

When enjoying a hand-raised pork pie in a pub garden in a charming village in Oxfordshire with wife and friends, we noted the arrival of those two well known drug fiends Kate Moss and Pete Doherty, together with her child and a small entourage. They were known there. Kate has home nearby. Pete was a fish out of water, an unlikely looking figure in that context - taller than on the telly, all in black with trilby looking like some kind of indie stick insect. Papparazzi were in the road, one with large video camera on shoulder. I later saw the results of his filming - a dodgy clip shown in the celebrated channel Five series 'The Kate Moss Years' which I only watched by chance and was startled to see my own face briefly appear among the well known faces. Luckily this show was repeated and I was ready to record my unintended TV debut for posterity so as to entertain and amuse visitors to our home.

I stopped at a zebra crossing yesterday to let Eddie Tenpole Tudor cross.

.... of course george in the street the other day not much of spot but always good to see much better than most of thrir work in fact.
PS. Was Kevin Rowland looking for the young soul rebels by any chance in which case i would avoid the Cannon st trains?

While I'm as curious as most people about spotting famous people in public, I feel a tinge of unease about reporting where it was. Firstly, there's that ghastly Gawker phenomenon, wherein celeb-spottings are instantly posted on line, enabling other gawkers to show up and gawk/stalk/hassle. Secondly, if the location is a shop, or a cafe, or a restaurant, or similar, it may be that person's favourite place to hang out with friends or family - and not necessarily in an ostentatious way. I'd hate to think that I was, in however small a way, violating that person's privacy by revealing that this or that pub is where they like to go on a Sunday afternoon.

I will now get down off my soapbox and share the enthralling news that in a garden centre somewhere in North London yesterday we spotted Ian "played John Lennon not once but twice" Hart and Kimberley from Girls Aloud. Both appeared to be behaving like regular human beings.

carefully selecting some new pants and socks in the menswear department of Harrods...

Decadent old sod!

Saw Evander Holyfield (Heavyweight boxer) when I was out running about 6 mths ago (here in Houston, Texas)...I had to check on the next lap that it was definitely him....yes, he had the chunk out of his ear (courtesy of Mr Tyson)....he was pushing a pram.

I was on the DLR platform at Bank heading for City Airport during the summer when Kevin Rowland appeared next to me as the train pulled in. We both got on and sat opposite each other.

I had my ukulele with me, propped up in its case between my knees. He looked down at it, looked up, caught my eye and gave me a respectful nod. You know, musician to musician, like...

We were the only people in the carriage not wearing suits. We were also both wearing identical hats. Nobody else appeared to recognise him.

It turned out he was catching the same plane to Dublin as me, and by the time I sat down in my seat the other side of the aisle from him having queued behind him at check-in, in the sandwich shop and sat near him at the departure gate, he probably thought I was actually stalking him.

On the plane, incidentally, he got up to help an elderly lady put her bag in the overhead locker. What a nice chap. In the process however, his cap fell off to reveal that the old fella now has a substantial bald patch.

...Sean Moore of the Manics a book of six first-class stamps back in about 1996. I worked on the cigarette kiosk of ASDA Longwell Green near Bristol. I think he lived somewhere nearby - probably for easy access to both South Wales and London. (A bit like the Linton Travel Tavern being equidistant from Norwich and London, perhaps?)

Ian Holloway was also a regular in the store, as was former England rugby player Gareth Chilcott, whose neck was wider than his head.

I had a constant stream of slebs in and out. Regulars included Van the Man (cantankerous bastard), New Order (very, very pleasant indeed), Peter Gabriel (used to look like a frightened rabbit and would exit the shop as soon as he realised someone in there recognised him), Morrissey (much nicer than I thought he would be - especially when he noticed my vegan society T-shirt), Johnny Marr (so lovely I wanted to hug him), Kurt Cobain (I thought he was a shoplifter he looked so furtive), Julian Cope (a real gent), Roger Cook (bastard) Bono (reasonably nice bloke but desperate to carry round a big placard with "I'm Bono" written on it), George Michael (very nice and spent ages chatting to fans outside the shop when he didn't have to), Marti Pellow (c**t), post Fish Marillion (really, really nice guys), "Supersonic" Sid Little (weird looking and liked Genesis), Gabrielle Drake (beautiful, lovely and genuinely moved when I told her how important her brother's music had been to me), Boo Radleys (tossers), Oasis (actually, very civil and chatty), Richard Ashcroft (slightly threatening), Leslie Crowther (he actually said "Don't you know who I am?") and The Wonderstuff (wankers) among others.

Most just going about their business, buying records and cds, asking me where the nice restaurants and pubs are. Some even remembered me when they returned weeks and even months later.

buying two packs of Benson & Hedges in Tesco on Goodge St. Classy.

Met the Guv'nor in a pub in Aylesbury. Happened to be standing beside him at the bar when I realised who he was. To my eternal credit I just nodded an "evening Ashley" and left him to order. Three pints of London Pride and a white wine if you're interested.

Denis Norden sullenly following his wife around in Bentalls department store, Kingston.

Richard Herring looking after a handbag outside the ladies toilet at a cinema.

Goran Ivanisevic at the urinals in Auckland airport.

Terry Christian on a train platform at York.

Paul Coia waiting for a District Line train at Earls Court.

Iggy Pop collecting tickets at Woking station. Come to think of it, it might not have been Iggy Pop.

On holiday on Herm. A small island near Guernsey. Very short and very brown. Very chatty to all around him, mainly my sister who was very excited. It was, oh, probably about 1937.

When I was a stude in 1985 I worked at Hamleys. Dallas was at its peak and Bobby Ewing came in. He was followed round by a scrum of jostling shoppers when he came to my till. I really didn't give a toss.

That same week Ian Paice came to my till to buy some transformers and my hand was shaking as I swiped his credit card through that awkward paper-swiper thing. Couldn't say a thing.

...late lamented Spirit guitarist, (and former hero of mine). Met him on the platform at Finsbury Park tube station. Engaged him in conversation and rode a few stops together. Thoroughly nice bloke.

last month perusing the shoes in the Camper shop in Covent garden.

And Van the Man some years back stuck for a good 5 minutes outside the unanswered stage door of the Grand Opera House Belfast, having first watched him being driven in a maroon Volvo the 75 yards from his adjoining hotel. This was before global warming obviously.

...diminutive Groundhog Tony "TS" McPhee in my shop in Aberdeen. Don't know who was most surprised; me at seing him there, or him, someone recognising who he was. Very pleasant, but quiet. 20 Regal King Size and a bottle of cheap red, should you wish to know.

...Peanut Kaiser Chief in Debenhams with his Dad

... many years ago when I was employed by a Glasgow megastore I sold Kelly "Trainspotting, Gosford Park, No Country For Old Men" McDonald a video. She was with her boyfriend the bloke who plays bass in Travis.

I recognized neither of them during the transaction but my workmates thought I was just being cool. This occurred in the year that Trainspotting came out and the shop was plastered with posters of her. I felt kind of daft afterwards.

On a dark night in Wolverhampton town centre, I once saw a dark, menacing figure striding towards me wearing a long overcoat and an expression that said 'fuck with me at your peril'. Fair put the fear of God into me even after I realised it was Bernie Winters, doubtless clocking off from the Grand Theatre panto and off to give Schnorbitz a good kicking. To this day, I suspect that he'd have pulled a knife on anyone who addressed him as Choochie Face.

In fact, I have a theory that the cosier the TV image, the scarier they are in reality. Working in Comet long ago, I once got to sell loveable Christian funster and professional Brummie Don McClean some videotapes. He was downright surly and flanked by two guys that I can only describe as henchmen.

...and wife were sitting adjacent to us in a BA First Class cabin (special trip for us, hence the indulgence) enroute to Barbados a few years ago. They were fine, keeping themselves to themselves and bothering nobody, until the rest of their party - two kids and au pair or whatever - appeared from their cheap seats at the back of the bus. They proceeded to squat in First Class for the rest of the trip being noisy and cluttering up the place. The BA staff were too starstruck to do anything about it.

At the time, it was irritating. With hindsight, the miserliness of parents up front and kids in the back is what I remember.

Alan Curbishley, then West Ham manager on the Easyjet flight from Palma to Stansted, or more accurately, in that shuttle train thing afterwards. "Didn't your brother used to manage The Who?" I didn't say.

Paul Whitehouse was propping up the Barfly in Camden last night seeing indieglampopsters Official Secrets Act. I'm sure he said they were totally brilliant, although he was very, very drunk.......

When I was 10, I went on a trip to London with my parents for my birthday, and we went to John Lewis to buy a walkman. Who should be shopping for one at exactly the same time? Step forward, Mr Leo Sayer.

Oh, and I was once sat on the next table to Will Young in Starbucks a few years ago.

several years ago I saw Ian Brown walking up and down before joining the end of the queue I was stood in. This wasn't too long after he'd been in Strangeways for threatening to cut the hands off an air hostess so I was surprised to think he'd be flying again so soon after his release.
He was wearing an army-style jacket with a folded copy of Q sticking out of his pocket. I don't think Word was published back then so I guess we can forgive him!

Coming out of a party at a Wacky Warehouse in Wilmslow, my then 5-year old son, full of e numbers and coke, burst through the door and in the process flattened an elderly well-dressed gentleman against the wall. Imagine the squeaky bum moment when I looked up apologising and saw the famous red nose. Fortunately, Sir Alex and Lady F saw the funny side and were extremely nice about it. Now he's 11, and a fully paid up member of the blue half of Manchester, he tells the tale with acertain pride!

was bumping into Denis Law in the Dublin Castle pub in Camden Town many years ago. A gent.

But the best encounter I've heard about involved a guy named Keith who frequented my local when I lived in London. Keith was working as a painter and decorator and got a job at a house in Chelsea. One night he popped into a nearby pub and found himself sitting close to George Best. They started chatting and got on famously. The following day Keith is up on some scaffolding outside the house he's working on and is telling his workmates about the events of the night before. Their reaction is "Yeah yeah, pull the other one." At that very moment Keith hears a voice calling his name from street level... "Hey Keith! Are you coming down the pub later? I'll get you a drink." Keith and workmates look down and there is Mr George Best, football genius, on the way to the aforementioned gaff for a liquid breakfast. Brilliant.

My wife claims to have been eyed up by Ian Brown and Mani from the Stone Roses on a Cheshire railway platform (Hale?) in the late 1980's.

She assures me there was no monkey business.

Weekend before last I was on a training course, and one of the people sitting in was, erm, Jimmy Page. Still can't quite believe it happened. And no, I didn't talk to him, though he was minder-free and seemed rather sweet.

say no to Boris Johnson?

minding my own business when a train pulls in and who should get off the train but David Blunkett. Of course I recognised Offa his then black Labrador guide dog first...

What colour now?

When on a buying albums frenzy in London Village in the early eighties, I spotted Jimmy Pursey in Berwick Street.

"Alright Jimmy?", I cleverly asked.

To which he replied "Sometimes" and off he went into the smoke.

Back in the 1990s I travelled through to Harrogate on a Sunday morning to visit a record fair. On the journey back into town I wandered into Asda, only to spot Noel Edmonds. Apparently he was scheduled to open a family fun day (??) at a nearby water treatment works later in the day.

On the way home I also spotted James Whale, mowing the grass outside his home. Back then he lived in a village a few miles north of Harrogate.

I also once spotted Johnny Ball in the same Asda, filming something at one of the cash tills.

... I saw Hope Sandoval and whichever Reid brother she was with shopping for veg at the greengrocer in Belsize Park.

Hope Sandoval....

Oooh I've gone all wistful.