I used to get a lift to school with George Cole’s son, occasionally George would be doing the driving. Was never that talkative though.
My wife’s school friend works in Richmond Park for the Royal parks, and has a tied house in the park itself behind a high fence and a security gate. He had a barbecue party for his wife’s 40th earlier this summer; my wife and I had taken the dog out into the park proper for a run about and when we got back a man was boosting a young lady up at the fence so they could see what the music was about. When they saw us they quickly got down and walked off, but not fast enough that my wife and I both did that double take thing. Yep, Mick Jagger was trying to get over the fence into a party we were invited to rather than the other way round!
I regularly had conversations with (OK, I regularly had to shout at) half of the Chemical Brothers. Mainly over lunchroom misdemeanours as I was his lunch prefect at school.
Lastly, I regularly had conversations with a girl I was at Uni with, who was previously a school mate of one of my best Uni mates. So when I went to visit him in the holidays, she often would come out drinking with us. One particular night, I was getting on very well with her, had had my hands up her top on the night bus, and was looking forward to sealing the deal once we got back to my mate’s place. Except when we got there she threw up on his carpet and then fell asleep in the garden, and given I’m not a premiership footballer felt that a certain degree of consent was missing. So she never met my Honourable Member, which is a clue to her future career path.