In the mid sixties, my father was driving us through Gt Yarmouth town centre when he spotted Ken Dodd walking along the street. He pulled in and asked Ken if he could speak to his children in the back of the car. We were sitting there a bit stunned that Dad had done this - Ken was at the height of his fame then - and we could hardly utter a word.
He was great! He spoke to us for well over ten minutes, even though he was on his way to the theatre for a performance, and had us in stitches. He took my and my sister's names and address and a week later we got two parcels with hand-written notes about our meeting and a huge pack of Ken Dodd joke stuff and signed photos. Somewhere in the loft is my membership of the Ken Dodd Fun Club
Top bloke just for that, imho.
John