Apropos of nothing that reminds me of an anecdote that I don't think I've told on here.
I was in Foyles one day. For the non-Londoners this is a large, long-established and somewhat eccentric bookstore on the Charing Cross Road.
Near the rear door on the ground floor they have a table, in a prime position that any sane bookseller would fill neatly with fast moving, popular items. In typical Foyles fashion it was, at the time of this tale, piled high with a random selection that required you to be quite dedicated at examining what was there to find out if there was anything interesting. While I was examining what was there, so were a lot of other people packed around the edges so that there was no more space to approach the table.
I am of average height and an arm, clad in a good quality overcoat, came about a foot clear over my head reaching for a book accompanied by a very deep voice saying "EXCUSE ME" - the capitals here denoting not a raised voice but sheer presence. Wondering quite how tall and massive this presence above me must be I looked up - into the face of Dracula. Christopher Lee had just leant over me. Let me tell you he was much more physically impressive in person that he ever was on the screen.