Years ago Jimmy Savile spent a lot of time in Bournemouth, and he was a partner in a complex that contained, amongst other things, 4 different nightclubs, one of which was at the top of a multi-storey carpark; to get in this particular club, access was only by a lift or the car park stairs.
Anyway, a girl I used to work with, who was very pretty, but only 16 or 17 at the time, came into work one day saying she'd had an absolute nightmare the night before (in the club at the top of the multi-storey car park) as Jimmy Savile had been there, and just wouldn't leave her alone!
She ended up having to call her dad from the phone booth in the club asking him to come to the club to collect her, which he did luckily.