My mum
and her friend, in the 1960s, found out where Cliff Richard lived and so called at his house. He had a nice chat with them, didn't mention tennis or Jesus and didn't invite them in for a sexy time despite my mum being very pretty. Must be gay then.

My aunty, around the same time, threw her undies at Tom Jones when he was playing in Luton (I think). In those days, that would have been considered not unusual. Tsk Boom.

Edit: my mum also got backstage at a concert once and caught a glimpse of Jimmy Saville in the nuddy. She was also chatted up by one of the Barron Knights and sat on his knee.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 9:16, Reply)