I went to a friend's daughter's wedding a few years back, was sitting next to this bloke, funny, didn't recognise him. He kept on saying stuff like, 'I'm not eating, I've got to drive up to Birmingham. I'll have a soft drink.'
At the reception, just before the food came out, he did this, 'Right, I've got to do this thing,' and pulled a radio mic out of his jacket pocket, sauntered over to a small music system and hit play.
Over dinner, he crooned over about 20 rat-pack standards; he was quite brilliant. Turns out it was Paul Roberts, the guy who took over from Hugh Cornwell. He was an old friend of the groom.
In the evening he sang some more, he hung around before heading north, throwing in a Stranglers medley (on which I joined him on a couple of choruses).
Lovely, lovely bloke.