Prince Philip
In 1967 when I was still at University, I was introduced to Prince Phillip, in the company of my father.
He was presenting a Royal Charter to my father's professional Institution (the IREE, now absorbed into Engineers Australia).
A fellow student, who was a cadet journalist, had just told me a lurid story, that she claimed was embargoed, about the 'leisure arrangements' made for him in Sydney.
When I met him I was inappropriately bemused. I couldn't help seeing the great man in the light of her revelations.
It's like the advice often given to a nervous public speaker to imagine their audience naked.
It certainly reduced any nervousness I may have otherwise felt, to the point of having to control my smile.
Of course her story may well have been embroidered.
It was a year or two after the Beetles had enjoyed the lively company of several Sydney girls, one of whom became quite famous as a fashion designer - and renowned for her embroidery.
Years later I met a woman who was equally proud of providing similar services to a famous author. It was her badge of honour.