About 20 years ago, my mate's mum worked as the council's arts officer in Alloa. She organised a few gigs - beer festivals and the like. It was good, as my mate and I got to listen to the bands who sent in their tapes and give our opinions.
Anyway, she was organising some sort of charity event. People paid money for tickets, silent auction, dinner and all that. She got us in for free, so long as we wore suits. There was talk of a free bar. So we went, and the MC was Fred Macauley. We sat through his awful stand-up routine (some Rangers/Celtic jokes that landed like a lead balloon in Alloa - might have worked better in Glasgow). And afterwards, we hit the free bar with the VIPs - and ended up talking to Fred himself. Nice guy actually. Kind of spoiled by the fact my mate's mum told him my nickname was Crispy, and he kept asking me why.