When I was at school as a teenager, I used to frequent a coffee shop after school in a hotel where I could smoke to my hearts content and drink loads of coffee. One day when I was on the stairs leading up to said coffee shop, a hand plunged through the stair rails and grabbed my leg, and there he was, a very famous sportsman of his time with a pal about to enter the bar below. And he looked at me and said "What age are you?" and I said "17" and he laughed and said "You're too young for me yet" and let go. It's a weird one to process - at the time I was flattered and it seemed all very lighthearted and I'm sure it was. I do feel uneasy about it though even now as I was in my school uniform at he time. He's as dead as Hector now and I'm not prepared to say who he was.