When I worked at the BBC, Jeremy Paxman worked in the next room, though he might as well have been on another planet, since the Subtitling Department was a completely unknown department, and though the newsreaders walked right through our department, we all used to laugh that we were invisible to them. They literally had no idea who we were or what we did, we were convinced. We used to make a very bad joke about a certain historic family, hidden and invisible in the walls beside the newsroom. I guess if Harry Potter had been invented then, we could have made up a story that we were inside some sort of portal in the walls like in the Potter stories.
So anyway, I used to have this mad crush on Jeremy Paxman, and he was my fake boyfriend. He was such a brainiac and kind of cute, though many of my colleagues referred to him as "That Fucking Jeremy Paxman." I don't know why. Hee. I stood behind him in the tea line once, and he said hi. My knees buckled just a little bit.
But here he is now, 16 years later (how did THAT happen?!) interviewing a comedian I only just learned about recently from a friend.