Kenny Dalglish in a petrol station in shawlands around 1989, gentleman, sold him an early edition Record.
Ian Durrant, funny guy, very down to earth.
Ally Mcoist in Queen St outside the bookies, gentleman.
Alex Rae, nice guy, played 5s with his young brother on occasion
Nicky Clark in the megastore, nice guy.
Ian Ferguson, went to see Cubby Brown in the city halls with his nephew and he was in our company, I wore a green shirt because I lost a bet. He tore me to shreds but a real good guy.
Stefan Klos, randomly walking down west George St when I stopped him to say hello, he seemed like he was in a hurry but not impolite.
Greame Dorrans twice, he came to our boys team presetation to hand out the trophys when he was with Clyde, met him again at a mutual friends funeral last year. Nice guy
Nacho Novo, my oldest is friendly with him. Nice guy.
David Marshall, my oldest was training with him at Largs years ago, he was in front of us in the lunch que when I asked for a pic. Gentleman.
John Hartson, drove by him in the town and rolled the window down and called him a fat ginger bastard, he shouted back he was a rich ginger bastard and blew me a kiss. Wank.