I once rented a flat from Nigel Walker (played for Wales for a bit)’s dad, around the same time he was playing.
My Dad used to work with Max Boyce.
My mum beat Mary Peters in the hurdles at the All England in 1963 I think.
She also went to an early Rolling Stones gig and Mick Jagger threw his tambourine into the audience and it landed at her feet. She left it for someone else, thinking the then unknown Mick was a bit full of himself.
My sister’s old local was frequented by Craig Charles.
But better than all of those:
My brother in law went to school with the lady whose hand is in most of those hand cream ads where they just show hands rubbing the cream on.