Back in December '95, my buddy and I were in London one afternoon, basically walking around looking for something to do while we were killing time before we were supposed to meet up with these girls we had met. It was pretty cold out, so we were bundled up looking for a place to have a beer, and we hear a pretty good blues band playing in this one little dive bar/pub. We naturally headed in that direction and saw this middle age guy with long curly blond hair standing outside the door of the place smoking a cigarette. As we got closer, I thought the guy looked very familiar, but I couldn't place him. We walked up to him and said hi, and asked about the band. He said they were really good- and then it hit me- this was Robert Plant. I was not a big Zeppelin fan at the time, so I just said, "hey, you're Robert Plant!". He said, "yes I am", and all I could muster up was a "cool man, nice to meet you". He smiled and said something polite in return, and then excused himself and went back into the bar. My buddy and I thought it was pretty cool, but time was short and we had to meet those girls, so we kept on walking. Now, I wish we had gone in the bar with Robert!