Last one from me, i think for now anyway.
November 1968, my dad was driving in Leeds, on business, pulled into a garage forecourt to refuel, noticed a Jensen Interceptor, as he was driving one himself, wandered over to exchange Jensen tales, and realised it was Eric Morecombe, having a heart attack!
Did the obvious and saved his life!
Bit of a disappointing end to the story, because in an interview on Parkinson, Mr Morecombe, was telling the story, and made my father out to be an idiot, named Walter Butterworth, took the mickey, which quite upset my dad, so the memorabilia and signed stuff went in the bin!
Shame really, might have been worth a few quid today.
Ivan...