okay, here goes....
i used to sell veg to emlyn hughes' brother.
my (male) old housemate was kissed on the lips by craig charles.
i recently travelled to nice on the same plane as the BBC yorkshire newsreader, peter somethingorother (but he was in first class).
one of hale and pace (the skinny one) has seen me and some equally pissed mates doing 'wonderwall' on karaoke. we pestered him.
mrs martyn & i walked past the divine comedy in liverpool last year, a few hours before a gig (i didn't recognise them).
i once had a conversation with ian brown. we talked about atomic kitten.
i once didn't play pool in local rock club rio's, because kevin tihista was sat on the table.
i have played football with three people who went on to play for my beloved barrow afc. admittedly, this was at school, but it's a claim to fame nonetheless.