Aha, yes of course, that would explain the running away....he didn't want to spoil the surprise for you! He's a thoughtful chap that Sean! :lol:

A few months before I met my boyfriend, he met James in HMV in Middlesbrough on the day they played the Town Hall in 1996.
He said James was very pleasant (and short) and they had a chat about what music they were looking for.
If only I'd met my other half a few months earlier I would've met him too! The extra annoying thing is that my other half isn't even a big fan, so he wasn't especially overwhelmed at meeting him. Grrr...

Always the way!

I can see that image in my head: It´s intensely hilarious

I had a short conversation with Naysmyth in the Morrisons in central Leeds about pineapples.

I would generally try to avoid the band, no interest in meeting them really.

I met James after his solo show in Leeds, but more out of boredom and wanting to help him if scary stalker girl tried to rape him.

My manager supposedly met Nicky in Vivienne Westwood in Leeds, and her husband had a proper conversation with him. I don't think I believe her.

Also to translate for me, because James clearly does not understand Lancastrian.

Was that plectrum girl? She was scary. Well, mainly just very, very loud.

I shouldn't find the idea of James being raped so funny...but that really made me giggle. Klan, it is your fault for putting this idea into my head, not mine for finding it funny, therefore I am not evil. Or something.

James doesn't understand Scots either, if our conversations are anything to go by. That or he thinks I'm just a moron.

Oh what happened there then? I seem to never be at the gigs with the scary people, I'm yet to meet Mad Laura! :lol:

She doesn't seem as mad anymore :(

Thank Christ.

I can now take your no make up on and raise you no make up, glasses not contacts, sea breeze, suitcases, camping equipment and a large plastic bag barely disguising a giant gold envelope with his name on it in tiger and glitter - possibly the least I would like to have a chat with you on a street corner combination possible, or at least this side of them walking past a queue at 7am or something equally unlikely. well the 7am bit anyway

Not as bad as bumping into James Dean Bradfield in the street mere minutes after stalking him at his own gig, then bumping into him in precisely the same place three hours later, in a much drunker state.

Not cool.