The latest in the: mcphee’s adventures with celebrities series.

I was on a works night out a couple of weeks ago in Liverpool, we ended up in a bar called The Place, which is owned by ex Liverpool striker John Aldridge.

He wasn’t there, this isn’t a story about him, it’s a story about his toilet wall.

There was an argument, (one sided, I tend to flash blank grins at people instead of arguing back), there was very nearly some violence (blank grins tend to infuriate people), but I walked away, (despite being a badass ninJA ..[cough] .. I still didn’t want to punch the drunken idiot from the department next to ours) so ended up taking out my aggression by punching a toilet wall instead … I was drunk ..

I did dent it though, which is very ninJA, unfortunately I also left behind a quantity of dna (blood) in case John Aldridge ever decides to track me down.

Also, my hand still hurts!

I’ve been doing lots of visits at work these past few weeks (the visit year runs from April 1 to March 31), so obviously instead of spacing the visits out evenly across the year, I do 90% of them at the last minute, in March.

So lots of visits means lots of handshakes .. and EVERYONE seems to want to squeeze my sore hand when they shake it, gits!

And that’s the story of how John Aldridge makes my hand sore