by Karen J Mossman
My sister came to visit me from America recently and we were reminiscing about the old days. She was telling me that she was in a well-known night club in Manchester, back in the early 80s. Going downstairs to the Ladies, she saw a private function room, noticing something was going on. She decided to go in and have a look. It was Mohammed Ali, who, as she found out later, had come over for Henry Cooper’s birthday.
She walked in and was stopped by someone who told her it was a private party. Putting on her brave face and confident voice, she told him that she was with the party. He immediately apologised and let her in. She couldn’t believe her luck and joined a queue where Ali was signing autographs with his manager beside him. She picked up a nearby menu and his manager asked her what her family name was. “You probably don’t know it,” she said. He grinned, tapped the side of his nose, and said, “I bet I know your parents, though.” She grinned back and under her breath said, ‘I bet you don’t! ‘
I was going to visit him and they had glass or perspex lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could see the lift coming down. It was full of men in suits.
I was anxious to see my dad – who did eventually recover, and I remember thinking, Oh good, as soon as I get there, the men will have disembarked.
As I arrived, most of them had come out of the lift except for two. Not being a rude person by nature and this didn’t come naturally, and all I will say in my defence is that I was a little stressed at our family circumstances.
The men were chatting as if they hadn’t realised that the lift had come to a stop. So standing at the door, I said: “Are you getting out, or what?”
One of the men jumped forward, as if startled, “Oh sorry,” he said in his very strong Scottish accent. I then realised, much to the other man’s amusement that it was none other than Alex Ferguson.
In the early 70s, a girl I worked with said that she was standing at the side of the road waiting for her date when a car with dark windows drew up beside her.
The window came down an a young man said, “Don’t look so worried, it might never happen.”
He wound up the window and drove off. It was Rod Stewart.