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A former Sunderland player, Mick Horswill, had a pub in Boldon (funnily enough called the Boldon Lad (imaginative eh? ))Wasn't that a great quote by George, Im suprised he made it to 59. I had a stint helping my uncle deliver props around London in my teens, we were on the Kings Street once and saw this bloke nissed as a pewt with cowboy boots on and a leather jacket holding up some railings, my uncle got really excited and said " thats Goerge Best"
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Anyhoo, there was a flat upstairs that was rumoured to be George Best's bolthole when he wanted to go somewhere quiet and get bladdered without any attention. So I was playing there one night and it turned into a lock in, it got to about 2 AM and I'm still playing and taking a break, playing and taking a break. There was a bang and a clatter on the stairs which sounded like someone falling down them. Everyone who was capable ran to see what the problem was, sure enough it was George after several bottles of what ever it was he drank.
He was absolutely hammered and incoherent so I can't actually say that I met him