People I've met...
Des Cahill: Made me a cup of coffee with too much milk.
Jean Claude Van Damme: Passed him on the beach in Bray. He did a double take when he saw me, and then decided not to risk saying hello in case I wasn't the person he thought I was.
Pat Kenny: Asked me very politely to type something out for him. It was the first time I had ever typed anything. It took two hours.
Glen Hansard: I bought him a pint in my college bar, post interview. He didn't reciprocate.
Niall Quinn: Didn't look offended when I asked him to get me Steve Staunton's autograph.
Carol Vorderman: She was working as a greeter in Peg Woffington's at the time.
John Bowman: Bought me a dark chocolate Kit Kat before explaining the etymology of my surname. Reminded me of Finghín.
Lindsay Lohan: Found my wallet on the Cabra Road, searched out my number and called me. I gave her a tenner for her troubles.
Kobe Bryant: Was selling or buying tickets to Travis outside Vicar Street around 2002. I offered him face value but he figured he could do better.
Diana Ross: In Rick's Hamburgers after a feed of pints in the Dame Tavern. I, on the other hand, was stone cold sober.
Dan Quayle: Sat beside me on the train to Athlone. He asked me if he could borrow my copy of the Daily Sport. I told him to work away.
Gay Byrne: Almost knocked me down on South William Street, somewhat ironically given his road authority mandate.
Pat Ingoldsby: Wrote 'Love, Pat' on his book for me.
Orlando Bloom: I got him in a headlock outside the Virgin Megastore.
Dustin Hoffman: He knows why we don't talk anymore.
Claus Lundekvam: Stayed on my couch in 32A, circa 1998.
Zooey Deschanel: Stayed in my bed, circa last night.
Robert de Niro: Asked me for a light outside Arnotts. I told him he should quit the fags and he told me to go fuck myself. I think he thought I thought he was gay.