Was in Morpeth at the lights on Manchester St about an hour ago, behind a big white Audi with an Italian number plate. I'm thinking 'hellaw, who's this like?'
Anyway, in the O2 shop in the arcade a short while later, and in comes Santon and his lass. They stood looking at phones on the side, each giggling at things each other were saying in quite a thick-sounding way. Meanwhile I'm trying to get my dad to stop looking at him and smiling because celebrities generally don't like to be bothered. The lass was about 18 and not very attractive at all. He was quite tall and lanky and didn't have a belt on. On their way out the fatha stopped him and goes "Have a good game tomorrow." He looked baffled for a second then went "Oh, thank you."