Cl(apt)one

I kept bumping into Eric Clapton in Liverpool this week. Four times, I saw him: he was just in front of me in the sandwiches queue at Marks & Spencer on Monday; he stepped out of a barber's as I walked past on Wednesday; he was in Waterstone's this lunchtime; and, half an hour later, we nodded at each other en passant in the stairwell at work.

Eric Patrick Clapton certainly gets around.

Either that, or there are at least four of him.


2 thoughts on “Cl(apt)one

  1. Wierd. I found myself fishing in the North Sea with Ming Campbell two weeks ago when all commentators were agreeing that he was at that very moment ballsing up Prime Ministers Questions, and saw Nobel Prize winning Ulster politician David Trimble walking two spaniels in Runswick Bay last week. Ming caught two fish. Trimble didn't pick up his dog's leavings.

  2. Somebody came up to me at a Hamsters concert & asked if I was Eric Clapton. He must have been pissed. Although there is a facial resemblance (all neck & no chin) I am 6'2" & weigh 18 stone!!!!

    See you when I get back in a few weeks!

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