You know how thoughts get stuck in your head?
I was at a restaurant in the Dandenongs in the 90s with my Parents, and Dad just returned from the smorgasbord with a plate of food, saying he saw someone and knew who they were but couldn't remember for the life of him.
So the hot food section opens and I go up and get a plate and I'm watching the bloke there carve the meat with a small group of other people, and just over my shoulder an elderly looking man taps my shoulder and asks me a question in a particularly quiet voice and lovely English accent, something about the proper way to obtain some of it, so I let on, no problem there and he thanks me.
He's wearing a hat, inside, which was rather peculiar.
Years roll on and I'm watching Patrick Stewart in an interview saying that he would go to one of the restaurants in the Dandenong ranges when a con was on here.
I have this vague sort of memory that I may have met Patrick Stewart and didn't know.