In the early 1970's my father was on a transatlantic flight travelling from the UK to New York. The person in the seat behind my father kept shuffling around and would unintentinally kick the seat in front of him. After about half an hour of this behaviour my dad had had enough, stood up and turned around to confront the guy.
He seemed familiar in a "caddish" way, so my father, who was prone to judge a book by it's cover, proceeded to remonstrate with the man, complaing about his behaviour for the last half an hour. The man apologised to my father profusely and said he was unaware what he had been doing but recognised how annoying it must have been. It was then that my dad recognised the man, who joined him in conversation for the rest of the flight.
I have a postcard with a picture of an airborne VC10 on the cover, and on the back is written:
"To Richard, all the very best,
Terry Thomas."
Terry Thomas died in 1990 from Parkinsons disease, which may explain how my father came to meet him.