A few years ago a small publication named Viz (www.viz.co.uk) ran a regular feature called 'Lame to Fame', where readers would write in and suggest ever more extravagant links to celebrities. "I once had a drink with a bloke who had caught Duran Duran's Simon Le Bon's dog after it had escaped from his big house" - that sort of thing.
I thought about my various lames to fame recently as I was working in a department that boasts Formula 1 driver Paul Di Resta's cousin as an employee. I even saw her briefly. She ignored me as I was playing 'guy in overalls' in my own life, but that's irrelevant.
I have two that really stand out. I was once close enough to Martin Clunes on St Michael's Mount causeway to push him in (He wasn't looking very happy so that would have REALLY made his day) and my sister's partner went to school with Muse, listening to them in their garage before they were famous.
Hopefully this clears up why I seem offish and unfriendly whenever people speak to me. I'm practically royalty.