On a posiive note, I sat next to the late Jill Dando on a shuttle flight to London, and she was lovely, friendly chatty and not at all "TV"ish.
I was in a shop in Manchester when Bernard Manning came in..He bought two bottles of scotch and wanted to pay by cheque. He wrote out the cheque, and the shopkeeper asked for his guarantee card to back up the cheque. Manning went mad at this "Do you know who I am? People don't cash my cheques, they frame them and put them on the wall to show that I've used their little back street shop!"
The shopkeeper wouldn't back down,and in the end Manning tore up the cheque and left without the scotch (maybe he didnt have a cheque guarantee card?)