About 27-28 years ago I worked in civil engineering connecting houses to the gas from the mains supply. We were connecting the village of Little Baddow near Chelmsford and the job card said Mr J Greaves and when I knocked on the door of this lovely house in a quite lane it was none other than Jimmy Greaves who answered it. He was in his pyjamas and dressing gown and said he had been up since 3am watching the Ashes from down under. He showed us where the gas box and meter were to be located and then left us to get on with it.
Never saw him again and he didn't even make us a cup of tea!
I live in the village adjacent to Little Baddow Chilli. Small world
