On Wednesday night I had my very own series of 'wtf?' moments. Through total kindness from a friend I had the pleasure of drinking from the furry cup of the rich. Yes indeedy.


(now if you are American,or a non-football fan then this will mean nothing to you - only try to put it into context)


I was given executive tickets to the Manchester utd vs Celtic match. What this entailed was a four course meal with champagne arrival, free bar and executive box seats to watch the match in. Excellent. As if this wasn't crazy enough the following events also happened:


1. As we walk in through the Directors entrance at the football ground and into the executive dining area we head straight for the bar, ignoring all champagne trails (not that I'm not partial to champagne - it's just that I'm normally naked or drunk when I do) only to see Frank Stapleton (football legend) propping up the bar "y'alright frank?" I ask. "yes" he replies. Isn't fame great?


2. Once at our dining table a man on the micorphone announces that Frank is here (round of applause) and then also announces that the man on the table next to us who looks vaguely familiar ("I've seen that guy before but can't quite put my finger on it) is only fucking David Beckhams dad!!! wtf?. "Y'alright Ted?". "Yes", he replies. Rock and roll.


3. We were then asked if we wanted to go down the players tunnel (not a euphamism) and down pitch side. Errrr let me think. Yes!!! During the next 15 minutes I got to stand in the dug-out where Alex Ferguson (manager) stands and have my picture taken... and as if this wasn't wtf enough, I also saw Andy Gray (commentator legend for Sky sports and ex-footballer), "y'alright Andy?", "Yes", he replies (scottish accent). Rock and fucking roll.


4. After finishing desert we were just getting ready to make a move for our seats for the game when the man on the microphone announces that a player who isn't playing tonight has just popped in to say hello and sign a few autographs... "please welcome.... Christiano Ronaldo!" (Ronaldo is a great footbaler with scope of being the greatest player in the world over the next five years) - this was an 'omg wtf' moment. Within the next 2 minutes it was chaos as people clambered over tables to take photographs and have pieces of napkin and knicker signed. I'm sure I saw him signing someone's buttock. Anyway I managed to get my program signed by him - "Y'alright Ronnie?", "Si". Easy.


After all of this I actually watched a great football game. A great atmosphere and the team won. All in all a great great day. I'm still pretty dazed by the whole celebrity thing but thought that I played it all cool and once again acknowledged to myself that this is the life that I was born to lead...... just give me a couple of years.


I'm intrigued as to how all you readers actually live. Am I just a peasant? Are you all just rich and famous with close links to the upper echelons of society? Can you please let me into you club? Share your wtf moments with me - I'd love to know.