Shane-o Grigio

It’s summer, it’s silly season – so rather than us tell you a bunch of stories about how dogshit everything is, here’s a bunch of stories you’ve told us instead about your run-ins with the celebrity class over the years.

There’s no overriding theme to the selection. Just a bunch of your anecdotes and legends that have made us laugh for one reason or another.

If you’ve got any other celebrity stories you’ve yet to tell us, email us: hello@popbitch.com.

We’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Enjoy the summer x

NL writes:
“A few years ago I was standing with my mate at the bar of the Spice of Life in Soho. Shane MacGowan arrived next to me.

Me: Hi Shane, alright?
Shane: Yeah, you wanna buy me a pint?
Me: Sure, what would you like?
Shane: A pint of white wine.

“He downed it in one.”

Which former Capital Radio DJ likes to brag when he’s been drinking that he’s slept with one of this year’s Strictly Come Dancing contestants – and her sister?

J writes:
“I was the assistant on a photo shoot with Sharon Stone following her big burst of fame after Basic Instinct. She and I were talking right after we finished shooting her in one outfit and she was about to change into another.

“Rather than go into the dressing room to change, she stripped off, continuing the conversation the entire time. The same crew shot lots of fashion and were used to seeing models in various stages of undress. Still, it was surprising since she was one of the biggest stars of that time.

“Her handler said ‘You know, Sharon, there’s a dressing room right there.’ Stone just shrugged and said ‘Meh – anybody with five bucks has already seen it.'”

BT writes:
“The strangest interview I ever conducted was at the end of an awards ceremony when Katie Price came into the press tent. There, she made sure every other word was ‘fuck’, ‘twat’ or a similar expletive.

“Then she said at the end ‘You cunts can’t publish a fucking word of this, can you? Now you can all fuck off and eat my shit.'”

PC writes:
“Reading your Gordon Raphael story [last week]. My friends were in an emerging Scottish band in the late 90s. They decided they needed an angle to promote their debut album, so they scrabbled together a couple of grand to get Raphael to come over and ‘produce’ the album.

“By all accounts he sat in the control booth of Chamber Studios for a couple of days doing nothing but smoking all the band’s weed, whilst letting the studio engineer record as normal. Said his thing was to just add a vibe.

“Then he left, his cash in hand.”

P writes:
“Leonardo di Caprio has a stainless steel urinal in his ensuite bathroom.

“The Palm Springs tourist board invited a group of British tabloid journalists to enjoy the culture of the desert city for travel features a few years back. It was the anniversary of Frank Sinatra’s death or something and they hoped for some thoughtful eulogies of Ol’ Blue Eyes. Instead we persuaded di Caprio’s realtor to give us a guided tour of his recently refurbished bungalow.

“The realtor was delighted for us to take photos throughout the property. The only verboten item was the urinal, which was strictly off limits.

“I tried to find evidence to back up my claim as obviously I don’t have the pics of the urinal itself. I looked up the property and fans can now rent it out. Pretty much the only thing that the online pics don’t show is the urinal itself, which again suggests there’s some kind of stigma attached to it. You can make it out in the ground plan, though, in the master en suite next to the loo.”

GW writes:
“A mate went to an awards do in London in 2014 and a colleague said his old school friend was going to join them. That school friend was Tom Ackerley, who turned up in jovial spirits – nice chap by all accounts.

“His girlfriend showed up later: Margot Robbie, recently of Wolf Of Wall Street fame. She walked up to Tom without saying a word and slapped him across the face. He responded by throwing his drink in her face before they both started passionately kissing in front of a dumbfounded group of strangers. Weird as fuck.”

anon writes:
“Tobias Ellwood once tried to pull me over in Westminster in his private car, falsely claiming that I’d run a red light and that my car was in no condition to be on the road. I was absolutely non-plussed and asked him if he was feeling alright, to which he said:

“‘You might have got away with it thus far, but I’m an MP and you’re on my patch!’

“He then tried to speed ahead of my car three times to take a picture of the numberplate, before giving up as I drove off. The whole time his wife had her head in her hands.”

slackhack writes:
“I once interviewed Nick Cave and asked him what his favourite joke was. Now, imagine this in his baritone drawl, told very deadpan, and at great length.

“‘There’s this junkie and he’s bought some smack, but he can’t remember where he’s put it. He ransacks his flat, turns it upside down, but no joy. Finally, going through cupboards in the kitchen, he finds his prized little baggie of brown. He ties a scarf around his arm to try and find a vein [this is all acted out by Cave, FYI], cooks it up and injects his hit.

“Sadly, it wasn’t heroin, it was curry powder. And now he’s in a korma.'”

Want to buy Boris and Carrie’s Camberwell home?
[Lowball him]

Headline Of The Wee(k): “Builder Hit By Bottle Of Pee Dropped From Crane In Worthing”
[Read on The Argus]

RIP Lamont Dozier – Bob Stanley picks his favourite tracks
[Read on Guardian]

RIP Olivia Newton John – Here’s a German cover of Physical
[Thanks @foreigncovers]

Nominative Determinism Of The Week: The school for Pharmacy and Pharmaceutical Sciences at the University of California San Diego is called… Skaggs!
[See it here]

Stoat on a trampoline
[Watch on Twitter]

Drinking in London’s most isolated pub
[Read on The Fence]

Still Bored?
An illustrated guide to every book in the opening credits of Keeping Up Appearances
[A Bucket list]