In my BBC days, I used to drink in the Coach & Horses in Poland Street, London WC1. As I walked up Great Marlborough Street for my mid-day pint(s) (left into Poland Street), I regularly saw Ian Anderson lounging against the wall or sitting at a table, reading the paper and chilling outside the pub. Eventually, we got into conversation, and he seemed a regular and genuine man. No airs and graces, no being full of himself. Quite honest about his music and his work.

I never cared for Jethro Tull, but IA himself appeared to be an OK bloke.

Just my personal experience.