On a 6th form London trip we were descending the escalator when I spotted Dave Allen getting on at the bottom, in an overly loud whisper audible back in Yorkshire I said “Look, there’s Dave Allen”, we all looked and he fixed me with a look and an enigmatic smile all the way up, past and to the top of the escalator. I shrank about 3ft in the process and you could have fried an egg on my cheeks.
Was also taken to a motorbike championship race and introduced to this bloke in leathers, standing by his bike. My excited uncle grabbed the guys attention and as a way of introducing me to the rider, he said “You know who this is?” I looked at the bloke and my 10yr old self said “No!”
Sorry, Barry Sheene you were brilliant and I was clueless.