Many years ago I was involved in some humanitatrian work overseas and J Irons (a patron or similar of the agency) was flown out to press some flesh and get some press for the task in hand.
My in-country boss insisted from the outset on addressing him and introducing him as Jeffrey Archer. Mr Irons sort of 'got' it and at the same time sort of didn't.
We took him to all the cool places to see and the 'high visual impact - low risk' places and then off he went to make his next film. He'd stayed in the house of a colleague during his visit and had apparently been hard work as a guest during a fairly busy time. This was not hugely appreciated.
Some weeks later we had a request over CODAN (a funky radio popular in those days) for the return of his Pierre Cardin silk pyjamas, which he'd left behind. We did not honour the request. I do not know who ended up with the pyjamas.