Not quite a hero ...
I used to work in a mobile phone shop in Wolverhampton - One Saturday, fairly quiet cos the Wanderers are playing at home, and Jessica Garlick from Pop Idol walks in with a mate. Except, at the time, I didn't know she was Jessica Garlick from Pop Idol. In fact, I hadn't a fucking clue who she was. She was a bitch as well, acting all high-and-mighty, "don't-you-know-who-I-am?". And it gave me great pleasure to tell her that I didn't know her from Adam. The look on her face was priceless ...

Dave Hill from Slade came into the shop once too. I was ultra-professional the whole way through, and had to jump through hoops to get him to buy a phone. Finally I managed it though, even though he was a bit shirty (not in an egotistical celeb way, just in a rushed businessman type of way), and without letting on I knew who he was - then, right before he left I crumbled and just blurted out "Oh, and by the way, I fucking love Slade!" and shook his hand. Managed to get a snidey photo of him on one of the demo camera phones too.

EDIT - Also, I was on my way to the Leeds Festival in 2002 and we stopped at some services in deepest darkest Yorkshire, and who should we bump into but Michael Parkinson! Nice bloke actually, bit grumpy but who wouldn't be with a dozen or so grannies mobbing you when all you want is a piss?
(painreliever Lurker extraordinaire, Wed 31 May 2006, 2:50, Reply)