Oh, Rowan Atkinson... Back in the 80s I used to work in a popular (but non-showbizzy) country pub restaurant near Henley. Lots of customers, some pretty well known but all treated the same. One Friday night, busy obviously, a man came in and approached the bar - "I've got the Atkinson party for their restaurant booking" he said "but I must insist that nobody - that's NOBODY - approaches Mr Atkinson". Shrugs all round, that's fine, usual routine then... Until the door opens, and the group enter. Rowan Atkinson in a white suit and dark glasses strikes a pose in the middle of the room, closely followed by his party, equally flamboyant. I think the massed sniggers from everyone else in the bar rather discombobulated him a bit. Utter tit
