2001/2002 I think. Our local after work pub in Whitecross Market. We’d all pile in after work for a quick one and every once in a while we’d be there all evening.
On one night, we were thinking about leaving, must’ve been about half ten, when the doors to the pub are thrust open and some northern bloke stands there shouting “has this place got guiness?”.
Myself and the barman both shouted in unison “It’s Johnny bloody Vegas”.
In my memory, he was fairly new on telly so a good few people didn’t recognise him.
He marched up to the bar and asked if he’d have to drink quickly or would there be a lock-in. The barman immediately told the dozen or so people that they had two options. Either they vacated the bar now or they were in for the duration.
what followed was about five hours of stories from Johnny which had the place falling about with laughter. Hardly anyone spoke, we just listened and laughed.
At least, that’s how I remember it.