CLAIM TO FAME

We have all at one time in our lives (sometimes secretly) wanted to have a brush with fame that you can 'dine out' on.
Well, i have one, and it involves a sex pistol no less.
I was cycling home after just purchasing a copy of P.I.L's 'death disco' single and just as i came out from a side street i was almost hit and run over by a fat, bored looking Steve Jones in a bright pink car that was driving too fast for the streets width. what a claim to fame, not bad eh!
But wait, that's not the reason I'm writing this, oh no. the reason I'm writing this is because of my other claim to fame.
That 'other claim' is about the levellers (you cant win em all), they have (or had, i don't know if its still there, i haven't bothered to see) an office/headquarters where they ran their C.J.B protests and dealt with the band. it was in the same building that i used to go to have my verruca's treated, the buildings use had changed over time so they may have/or had the office in the same room that i used to be treated in, and i had three big nasty yellowy-green verrucas so i was there a lot, not bad? I'm bloody proud- almost.