Saw Oggy in Woolies in kenilworth back in the day, he was staring motionless in what appeared to be total confusion at the blank VHS videos
...he was like a computer that had switched on the screen-saver, sort of like suspended in time.
I asked for an autograph and he obliged and signed as though scratching an itch or brushing away a fly, he spoke no words, he never once broke his gaze from the VHS.
To be honest it was a somewhat disappointing simplex sort of affair, but I was happy.
its not like I was expecting any of his trademark star jumps or for him to grab a video and drop kick off the side of his foot so it veered of at an angle and smashed on the wall or anything.
Happy days