I had a curry in Southall once with Van Morrison.
Memories are a little hazy as it was a breakfast after an all-night sesh which involved no music and a lot of booze in various clibs in Notting Hill, and we decamped for lumpy stuff at the suggestion of a photographer friend who was also a good mate of Van the Man.
I do remember that he was just getting into the God thing in quite a way and that he wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs - but who is at 6am, hung-over and liverish?
It did teach me, though, that a Rogan Josh for breakfast is one of life's wonders, no matter with whom it's shared.