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Here is John Nettles
He is a bit of a legend in the UK, having appeared in cop shows and other soft Sunday night drama regularly since the early neolithic period. His most famous role was "Bergerac" where he played a free wheeling detective solving crimes on the rather safe island haven in the channel islands.
I was in a restaurant in Jersey and had become annoyed over a small matter and left in a rather schoolboy huffy manner. As I left I noticed Mr John Nettles with his family having a lovely meal. His party contained small children who looked like his grandchildren.
Having completed my huff to thorough satisfaction, I returned to the restaurant and was entering as the Nettles party was leaving. I attempted to keep the door open slightly longer than was really necessary. My eagerness to "bump" into Mr Nettles was a little awkward and as a result my foot dragged behind me a little slowly.
At the same point, the three year old grandchild of Mr John Nettles was running through and I managed to catch her on my heel. She went flying and I had to beat a hasty retreat apologising. There was a little laughter, as thankfully she did not knock out any teeth, or claim I tried to stab her.
All in all, a throughly awkward "famous person" meet story.
He is a bit of a legend in the UK, having appeared in cop shows and other soft Sunday night drama regularly since the early neolithic period. His most famous role was "Bergerac" where he played a free wheeling detective solving crimes on the rather safe island haven in the channel islands.
I was in a restaurant in Jersey and had become annoyed over a small matter and left in a rather schoolboy huffy manner. As I left I noticed Mr John Nettles with his family having a lovely meal. His party contained small children who looked like his grandchildren.
Having completed my huff to thorough satisfaction, I returned to the restaurant and was entering as the Nettles party was leaving. I attempted to keep the door open slightly longer than was really necessary. My eagerness to "bump" into Mr Nettles was a little awkward and as a result my foot dragged behind me a little slowly.
At the same point, the three year old grandchild of Mr John Nettles was running through and I managed to catch her on my heel. She went flying and I had to beat a hasty retreat apologising. There was a little laughter, as thankfully she did not knock out any teeth, or claim I tried to stab her.
All in all, a throughly awkward "famous person" meet story.
