Reading this thread, I remembered someone who I once met and had a bit of social intercourse with.
Mike Harding the comedian or sometimes known as the Rochdale Cowboy.
Only trouble was, I was absolutely pissed and it was in a curry house in Bradford.
OH, I still remember the shame as I pestered him to sign my chapatti. I hugged him and told him I loved him.
Poor fella was overwhelmed by me.
He did sign my chapatti with a felt tip pen and then I ate it.
Funnily enough though, shortly after that he added a 'in the curry house' routine to his material which described a piss head ordering curry.
I always liked to think I inspired that.