The Greatest...

Well, how remiss of me to miss the birthday of The Great Man Himself and, more importantly, the chance to get into my blog that fact that I once photographed him and got his autograph! (Oh, have I mentioned that before?) The poor guy was so stricken with Parkinson's that it took him an age to sign my book but, like the trooper he is, he stuck with it and even added the date at the bottom. Now, I'm not taking anything away from the guy (Jeez! I wouldn't dare!) but isn't it funny how we celebrate his 'skill', which was basically the ability to pound the living daylights out of any schmuck that got into a boxing ring with him? Funny old world....

Maggie, Morrissey, Muhammad....

..Meryl?

No, it's Maggie! 'Course it is, and I shall hang this blog shamelessly on the coat-tails of the new Margaret Thatcher film and show you one of my pictures of The Iron Lady, photographed when she launched her autobiography in '93. I was covering a private function for the event and, after getting my shots, asked her for her autograph. Well, guess what? She gave it to me! It's in my little autograph book in a rather unplanned 'M' section, next to Morrissey and Muhammad Ali ! It's got Martin Chambers in it, too! The drummer out of the Pretenders? ( Didn't think that would impress so much but hey, I like him!) Anyway, I doubt this Martin will be getting asked for his autograph any time soon, but I just wanted to remind you that my new exhibition of photographs, which I have rather ingeniously entitled Mish Mash, is going up today at Corvino's wine bar in Culcheth. Form an orderly queue, please!