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I generally want most people I end up sitting next to to be raptured.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
My brother once sat opposite Jim Davidson. And I saw Goldie getting off a train at Euston.
Slim pickings really.
First was in a cafe at Glasgow train station in the late 90s. The was a huge fuss on the platform but we couldn't really tell what was going on, and being English in Glasgow, we decided not to get involved. A few moments later a couple of goons in suits come into the cafe followed by a smallish bloke and a few more goon. The goons spread out a bit and it turned out to be Jimmy Savile complete with purple tracksuit and gold chains. Neither me or my girlfriend were interested so we just finished our coffees and left.
Second one was catching an early train out of Lancaster station while I was at uni (probably around 2002/3). The station was completely dead, I think it was about 6am on a Saturday. I was sat waiting on the southbound platform when a gentleman in a long black coat and wide brimmed hat walked onto the platform and just stood quietly waiting for his train. I looked and looked again, sure that it couldn't be, but sure enough Terry Pratchett was stood less than 5 meters away from me. Not approaching and telling him how much his books mean to me is one of the bigger regrets in life.
The following evening I saw him onstage on the South Bank being interviewed by Muriel Gray. A great weekend.