Blessed
I am very lucky to have been blessed with extraordinary neighbours throughout my life... I'll save the poltergeist / BBC story and the George Harrison one for another time, so here's my first contribution to a b3ta qotw:

My first great neighbour was Paul Darrow, an actor known to those of us born in the late 60's / early 70's as Blake's 7's Kerr Avon. He lived next door to us and used to run around the village I grew up in (a little place in the leafy Surrey hills) wearing a tracksuit with PAUL DARROW emblazoned across the back, which was the source of much tutting amongst the locals, but I loved him because he was in the best TV show of its era. I became his most ardent fan after he told me, in the village shop, that my Blue Peter version of the Blake's 7 teleporter bracelet was "very well made". He was aces.
(King Harvest like a hoover on a hangover, Sat 3 Oct 2009, 0:05, 2 replies)

Paul Darrow Makes Me Blush
A couple of years ago Mr Badcats and I were at Collectormania in Glasgow and Paul Darrow was one of the guys doing autographs. Mr Badcats is considerably younger than I and it was I that had introduced him to the joy that was Blakes 7 (he is yet to forgive me for not warning him about that final episode!). On seeing Mr Darrow he exclaimed that I really should get his autograph, I approached and then froze, I simply could not approach him, not. at. all! You see I was about 16-18 when Blakes 7 was on, had a major Avon fetish and after each episode would retire early to bed that night to harbour dark fantasies about being soundly pounded by Avon whilst frottering myself senseless.

How could I approach this charming man when my memory had chosen to remind me of those hot damp teenage nights.

Exit me stage left whilst tears of hysterical joy poured down Hubby's cheeks.
(3badcats, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 15:07, closed)

he looks fearsome
in real life, so trepidation is a must when approaching the Darrow.
(King Harvest like a hoover on a hangover, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 17:54, closed)