I am 57 years old. I live in Eccleshall and run a dress agency from what used to be my father's butcher's shop. I am very interested in local history and at the moment am chairman of the Stafford Borough Heritage Group, which is an umbrella group for all the local history societies in Stafford and district. I also find time to play bridge, belong to a luncheon club- and keep home for my youngest son- before he goes to uni.
I chose this story as it is a fun piece- a snapshot of life.Inside Lives was wonderful!- Marie led us into forming a group- who then got out or control! So much fun and laughter, I go away having 4 new friends and memories I shall treasure.
A few years ago now a girlfriend and I decided to do our Christmas shopping in Leeds. We had a wonderful day. All our goodies were loaded into my small blue mini, and we got ready to head down the motorway to home.That is until my friend announced she desperately needed a toilet. The only place we could think of was the railway station. As luck had it, there was a car pulling out of a parking spot, directly opposite the main station doors. Just as I swung my Mini into the vacant spot, a man stepped off the curb onto the road, landing on the bonnet of my car. He knew he was in the wrong, and turned and waved, mouthing sorry as he continued his dash into the station ... it was Terry Wogan. My friend and I sat there with our mouths open, after all it is not every day you nearly kill Terry Wogan! We then collapsed into laughter. Suddenly there was a tap on my window. There stood a policeman. I rolled the window down. Excuse me madam, he said. I dont like to say this to ladies, but do you realise that your back-end is sticking out? In all the chaos I had not pulled my mini into the parking space correctly, and yes, the back end was hanging out! I said to him that I was sorry, but Terry Wogan had just tried to impale himself on the bonnet of my car. The officer was most interested, he said he knew from his briefing that morning that Terry was in town for a book signing. 'Where did he go?' he asked, so I told him Terry had dashed into the railway station. Ill go and see if I can get a record played, he said, and headed into the station while my friend went to find the toilet. I was quietly waiting for her, when the policeman appeared again. Hes going to play my record he said. How on earth did you manage to get him to do that? I asked. Well he said, I went up to him and said, excuse me Mr Wogan, but did that blonde hit you with her mini!
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