What’s your claim to fame? I don’t just mean getting a selfie with a celeb, or their autograph. Maybe you lived next door to a star, dated one, cut their hair, served them in a shop, were an extra in a movie or pop video, inspired a hit song....you get the picture
I shook hands and chatted with Jack Straw back in '96 (I think) when he came to visit our office. This was when he was the Home Sec. At the time I was in the middle of trying to explain to an Albanian Asylum Seeker that our office wasn't responsible for issuing benefits.
Melv's reference to tall women has reminded me that I once danced with the reigning Miss England!
It was rather less romantic than it might sound though, as it was actually a barn dance ;-)
I'm also reminded that I once played tennis against the Yorkshire Ladies Champion. Her very first service reared up and caught me in my windpipe, leaving me barely able to speak for several hours!
Me and OH got Erin Brockovitch’s husband (now ex), drunk as a sack in a NY pub. Poor sod was nearly crawling out of the place. We actually didn’t believe he was her husband, until we looked him up when we got home.
Forgot to mention, Paul McCartney, lovely chap and his then wife Linda. Met the nicer one of the Gallagher Brothers, boy was he short. Met Lynsey de Paul, very twee. Princess Diana, lovely lady with Barbara Bush. Met several famous footballers including Beckham, Victoria is welcomed to him, cannot see what all the fuss is about.