You wouldn't want to know her Clint! When I met her she looked really haggard. That's why I didn't realise who it was! I was working for Fed-Ex at the time and amongst my deliveries was a small box about 12" x 12" square, addressed to "Blondie Productions", Hall 6, NEC. I found my way to the door which had a fair few people outside. (I just thought they were waiting to have their hair done!) I actually thought "Blondie Productions" was a hair dressing thing! Anyway, I was let in through the door by a burly bloke. I went inside the hall and just looked lost! As I'm standing looking for where I needed to deliver this box, an old looking woman approached me and said (in a Yank accent), "Need some help, Honey?" I replied, "Yeah, I'm looking for "Blondie Productions". She pointed to her left and said, "Just take it through that small door on the left. One of the crew will take it from you." I thanked her and made the delivery. On my way out, I said to the big bloke by the exit, "Why are all these people gawping through every time the door opens?" ""They're hoping to catch a glimpse of Debbie Harry." I was a bit taken back, now thinking it maybe wasn't a hairdresser's conference after all! Looking at the puzzled expression on my face, he then said, "That was her who showed you where to go!"
Exit, one embarrassed Fed-Ex bloke!