My father was Area Manager (West London) for the GPO and had to go to Kensington Palace to arrange telephone lines for Princess Margaret which would be secure and completely private. He actually met her and she was an absolute cow apparently, arrogant and snotty. It may be because he didn't bow. He always said he'd never bow to any bugger.

My football-mad husband and I went into the Norwich City FC shop once, and there sat some famous player or other (can't remember his name not a bit interested) signing autographs. My husband stood there beaming and drooling with delight. I'd never seen him make such a twat of himself.