True Story - Bruce Dickinson bought my house. He turned up with his hair in a pony tail and looking very smart and clean cut. At the time I was a gawky 10-year-old but I recognised him alright. I didn't speak to him, but he offered to pay cash. Years later, when my Mum died, I went and lay in front of the house thinking about all the good times we had there. Someone (Bruce?) must have thought I was a mad fan because the police turned up and took me home. Anyway the man is a legend. A god.
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