Sorry, can't help myself - but is this about the claim to fame or is this a help-site for stalkers...? I guess if I were any of the above I would be really pi**ed off to find that people post where I spend my 'private time'..... on the other hand - my only claims are Walter Andreas Müller (he does a bloody great Christoph Blocher on the Polit-Satire shows!) and Franz Hohler at the market... no internationals for me - would love to meet TT though.... she's still TOP!
I used to live around the corner from 1976 Olympic 1500m gold medallist John Walker. But that was in New Zealand which is erm ..... 11,000 miles from Zurich.
She lives at the bottom of my road, seen her out and about a few times but never spoken to her and I agree, she looks good for someone of advancing years!
He now lives, at least for tax purposes, down the hill here in Wollerau.
We also have Kimi Raikkonen up the road (has almost reversed into my wife several times from his garage, but can select first gear very quickly I am told...)
... and more CS and UBS et al bankers than you can count.
Well, a fair few years back, the devine Mr Becker was having dinner at Spagos in London. Somewhere between entree and main course he decided he had an appetite for something a little more saucy. So he copulated with some random bird in the broom closet.
This turned out to be her gravy train, as 9 months later she had a kid, and swore that it was his. Naturally, he denied it, so they did a paternity test, and low and behold, his genes were written all over the it. One didn't need to go to a lab to ascertain these results, as his offspring had red hair, pouty lips, blue eyes, and cheekbones that could cut ice
wait! I have one. You could say that he put his broom in her closet
So it was a quicky in the cupboard!?! I'd heard that it was oral-sex on the stairs... and wasn't a turkey-bastor involved somehow, or was that a totally different celebrity?