I was deping with my mate's band, umpteen years ago, for a private party, when the bass player turned to me and asked "Is that Alan Bennett who's just come in?". Turns out that he party was for the cleaner/housekeeper at his country pile.

Spent a pleasant half hour, during the interval, chatting to the lady he'd brought along - someone I didn't recognise by the name of Angharad Rees. Both sadly now deceased.

The same band (this time without me) got lost at one particular venue and gate-crashed a private meeting looking for the right room. An elderley gentleman soon put them on the right track - a chap by the name of Robert Runcie.