Yeah, well...Paul Crone lives on my street and parks his car across from our house. We say hello to each other, sometimes as often as twice a month.
Does he forget to lock the back door?
I’ve heard his tradesmans entrance is available to all and sundry.
What Croney, the Cronester, star of the Cronezone? Surely everyone's in awe of my showbiz contact? OK it's not quite in the same league as having a third cousin who fellated a royal or something, but still, we say hello, hello ffs! - sometimes even just a chummy nod of the heads, which is more meaningful in its casual understated way. Shows we are comfortable in our relationship with each other and there is no need to be formal. I think he might be my best/only friend.Brilliant!
Outside Granada TV land no one knows who you’re talking about.
Wouldn't your uncle's sister either be your aunt or your mom?
Allan Williams? I used to know him and Beryl when I lived in Liverpool.
I have a walk on part in David Putman's Memphis Belle.
My mother had an uncle who was Lord Provost of Ayrshire, M. Thatcher, via Number 10 office, put him forward for a knighthood even though he was Labour through and through.
An ex of my other half was knighted when he was promoted to his current job but, he blotted his copy book when he upheld the appeal of the rapist footballer last year!