Many moons ago I managed a petrol station out on the Surrey/Hampshire borders. It was attended service (told you it was a long time ago), thus you had to talk to the punters more than with a self-service. Met the following (should explain, there was a recording studio just down the road):
Francis Rossi: complete hoot, just as he comes across in interviews, was amused when I recognised him (called him Mr. Rossi), just said "it's Francis, fill 'er up". Didn't do the Q-tip trick, however...
Bobby Moore: quiet, polite, smaller than I'd imagined.
two-thirds of Five Star: complete tossers.
Stevie Wonder: driver was lost, asked me where the studio was, SW wound down the window and asked if we had any candy. I nearly fell over, and although it was entirely unprofessional, gushed about how great his Innervisions
, Talking Book
& Songs In The Key Of Life
albums were. He shook my hand and thanked me. Got the candy free, of course. And here's the good bit - came back the next day and gave me a signed copy of Innervisions
. Now, that's what I call a star.