A good friend used to work in a music publishers where 'the gofer' was a young guy called Reg. Reg Dwight - later Elton John.
I used to live next door to a Black & White Minstrel - Mmm, like that definitely wouldn't be a job these days !!!
Once at a charity dinner, I had a hilarious chat with Melody Sachs, who when I told her that I'd lived in the same town as John Cleese, told me just how hard he had hit her DH with a pan- in Fawlty Towers !
Had a drink in the House of Commons Bar after a private tour of the House and meeting Michael Heseltine. Another bar, spent half an hour with a mate being entertained by Frank Carson. Lovely man who loved his family.
Spent a whole evening in our then local Pub' with a very nice guy who was there to support his friend, a lady who had just started out doing StripperGrams ! He was really funny and took the mickey out of himself and told me and my DH all about his life and dreams and his wonderful dog, Fanny. A few years later I heard someone on t.v. speaking about his dog - Fanny, The Wonderdog - and immediately recognised the guy from the Pub. It was Julian Clary - he'd finally made his name and was on telly.
My DS when small, used to run laps with Steve Ovett and Seb Coe who gave time towards kids' athletics at a club in our town.
A very dull afternoon in Vidal Sassoon in London was once made a whole lot better by a conversation with Mary Quant, as we sat there with wet hair and waited and waited and waited......