Charlie: OK, so I didn't so much "meet" Coolio as serve him in a shop, but it still counts. It was some time in the early-90s when I was working in a video game emporium just off Oxford Street. We prided ourselves on being a counter-cultural sort of place. Staff chain-smoked behind the desk while the stereo blasted Aphex Twin into customers' faces. We stocked obscure Japanese grey imports on holier-than-thou formats, Jamma boards and secondhand British titles. Kids hung around playing beat-'em-ups and swearing. One day Coolio bounded in, bellowing at the top of his voice without even trying. I think he bought a copy of Samurai Shodown II on the Neo-Geo. He knew his games, did Coolio.