In the 1980’s Sarah Greene was one of the presenters of the Saturday morning show Saturday Superstore, and everybody I knew fancied her, and despite what she claims I didn’t pinch her bum .. (that’s more mojo’s style)

Here’s our story

Every Mayday bank holiday in Sandbach we have an Elizabethan Market, which is basically an excuse to close the roads, put up loads of tombola stalls, and for a few shopkeepers and stall holders to dress in Elizabethan costume.  They also roast a pig in the town square.  There is always one stall run by the Cubs, one by the Brownies, one by the Rotary club etc.

The producers of Saturday Superstore must have heard about this and thought they’d struck gold, “once in a life time televisual opportunity” I can imagine they probably said, so they sent an outside broadcast unit to film it, along with Sarah Greene and her co-presenter, ex-Radio One dj Mike Reid to do the talky bits.

They parked their OB unit (technical term for the van they arrived in) in a secluded carpark, and sent out a camera crew to film the festivities, whilst the presenters stayed in the van… it’s not relevent to this story, but the camera crew caught my mate Noel Scott picking his nose, and broadcast it to the nation..

Meanwhile, back at the Cub stall (one of those with lots of pieces of string, some of which have bottles attached, if you pull string with a bottle on it, you win the bottle) I was innocently minding my own business when I heard a rumour that Sarah Greene and Mike Reid were in the secluded carpark, so, in true Cub Scout style, I went prepared with piece of paper and no pen to the carpark to seek out an autograph.

I approached the van and indeed the rumours Had been true, inside were the two most famous people I’d ever met.

I nervously said hi, they agreed.  I asked for an autograph, then realised I had no pen.

Not to worry, Sarah Greene had one, it was on the back seat of the van, she turned her back to me, leant over the back seat to get it… and Mike Reid pinched her bum.

She jumped, which I guess is to be expected, and turned around glaringly…

Mike Reid pointed at me and said “it was him”

git

There was me, little me, 10 years old, in a cub scout uniform, the picture of innocence, frozen to the spot in terror, and being set up by a celebrity.

Sarah was very kind to me, she didn’t press charges, she even signed my autograph, and promised to come and see me on my stall full of bottles.

She never came, I suspect to this day she hasn’t forgiven me.

Sarah Greene – nice bum
Mike Reid – git