Years and YEARS ago, I lived on the Island, which is across the water a short hop from Vancouver, where I live in My ex DH and I had an English friend who was the spitting image of Peter Sellers, who was rumored to be in another major city in Canada.
So because our Brit friend was on a late night flight from Vancouver to the Island, we called him and told him to put his sun glasses on, belt his black trench, and do his Sellers imitation on the plane, but look like he wasn't trying to attract attention.
Then six of us hired a limo, me the young long haired blonde, two heavies, and two guys who looked PR-ish, drove out to the airport, all swanned in wearing our trenches and sunglasses, and waited with a small sign that simply said "Peter".
We swarmed our friend as soon as he stepped off the plane and into the airport facility, and stood to one side while one "heavy" retrieved his bag, then swanned back out to the limo. We drove back into town, and in to a fancy hotel, hung about being "too too" in the bar, then rode up the elevator with him to his "room".
Of course, then we had to run back down the back stairs and all get out of there, giggling like fools. But for days people called the hotel and swore that for sure Peter Sellers was in town.
Well, we thought it was pretty funny at the time. :blushing:
