It was the early 90's and I was working at a hotel in our town.We regularly hosted visits from football teams who were playing local teams.
One night we had Southampton visiting and while serving in the busy bar I took a call from a member of staff who was working in a function room downstairs. On replacing the handset I went on to serve the group of gentlemen in front of me.n

A few seconds later the bar supervisor walked onto the bar and this is where it began:

"who was on the phone" Says she

"Julian from upstairs" Says I "Apparently Peter Shilton is in the hotel and they want to know when he comes down to dinner"

I handed the pint of stella over to the customer in front of me to see he was smiling and everyone in front of him was pissing themselves laughing.

"oh" says I "Are you him?"

"yes" says he

"oh" says I "famous are you"

"possibly" says he

"what for football" says I

"Just a bit" quirps his mate

and off they toddled in to dinner, the laughter that broke out when he reached the table told me news had spread.

When the bar had emptied I called my brother

"Do you know Peter Shilton?" says I

"Yes" says my brother "why?"

"Is he very famous?" asks I

"F*cking hell he says, only one of the most famous footballers in England"

I went on to tell him my story

The man himself found it very funny and bought me a drink when he returned to the bar, he also gave me an autograph for my brother