Update:
Kenny is here in the Croke Park hotel bar. Met him in the jacks where I referred to him as “Bossman Steo”. He told me to go away at fuck with that and we had a good chuckle. Both Kenny and I are 5 (five) pints deep I’d say. Well I am at least. Told him again to stick with it and he was doing a great job. He thanked me while laughing in a “poor auld crature” way.
Fuck that. Keep going til you’re locked @locke. I want you trying to get a training session in the jacks with the big man next time. I’ve a mate who got barred out of the ground (presume plough lane) while a personal guest of Kenny Cunningham because he got juninho in a headlock while plastered.
Who: Glen Ella
Where: Sitting outside the Mercantile pub, The Rocks, Sydney
When: Yesterday 1pm
With whom: The great Randwick rugby team if the 80’s, of which Glen was a member
Context: Mrs Fitzy and her husband came down to Sydney for the night and went to the Merc (us lcals call it the Merc. Apparently). As we sat down, I noticed a man I knew was a famous Indigenous sportsman, then realised who it was and went looking for his more famous brother Mark, who was not to be found. His less famous brother, though still a former Wallaby, Greg, was sitting beside him.
Seemingly this is a fairly regular meetup of a group of distinguished gentlemen in their 60’s who played rugby with each other in the 80’s. Few of them seemed to be drinking though.
The food in the Mercantile is top notch by the way, I was pleasantly surprised. Nice pint of Guinness as well.
I appreciate that this celeb is famous for playing the game if rugby and therefore may not be acceptable for the purposes of this forum and I will be guided by and will of course accept the decision of the official Celeb Spotting Adjudicator without protest.