I went to school with Roland Orzabal (Tears for Fears). He was in the year above me and we didn't have a lot to do with each other, but I knew his brother Julian quite well.
Many years later I was sitting in a pub in Bath enjoying a quiet beer with a mate, when in walked, or rather staggered, Clive Mantle, Derek Fowlds and Simon Shepherd, along with associated hangers-on. They were all clearly ******, and they took over a corner of the pub with Mantle proceeding to hold court loudly and obnoxiously, pontificating about his art and dropping names like cluster bombs while the groupies gazed on adoringly hanging on every word.
I went to the bar as Derek Fowlds also staggered up, he looked closely at me, blearily and boozily, then wobbled unsteadily back to his companions, following which I heard him "whispering" at 110 decibels... "those two, I think they've recognised us!!!" No kidding you ****. They all turned and looked at us suspiciously but with a trace of expectation, as if they expected us to approach with awestruck admiration and beg for an autograph or whatever.
I'd always liked Clive Mantle from his days in Robin of Sherwood (obviously this was way before his GoT fame), but dear god, what a dreary, pretentious luvvie in real life. Never meet your heroes.
(disclaimer: maybe they were all perfectly pleasant when sober, who knows...)