This is probably a pearoast, but my brain is addled....
Sir Roger Moore used to be (probably still is) a client of the bank I used to work for and only liked brand new £50's.

He was utterly charming, nay suave, whenever he came in, and despite being well old, having skin the colour and texture of an old leather briefcase, and not even being my second favourite Bond any more, used to make me ever such a little bit moist. The voice, you know.

He signed a photo of himself for my old dear. To Lorna, with love.
She framed it, bless her.

Speaking of my Mum, once years ago (I don't think I was even born so about 39 years) she and my Dad were stationed in Cyprus and at a function she was introduced to Gareth Edwards, the international rugby player. Being as sportingly clueless as a newly-landed ET, she didn't miss a beat before asking him "and are you in the RAF"?
( Sallyrsm, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 18:44, Reply)