I saw Peter Sellers on a train once.
He was in a first class carriage, and I was dragging my suitcases through the train to second class.
I had eye contact with him for a moment, and then he leapt up and pulled down the carriage blinds.
He was in his prime.
He gave me a look that would have struck me dead.
This train episode has made me leave Peter Sellers out of my male hero list.
I still haven't quite forgiven him.
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