Your ma sounds like she had a good time in that eccentric position. Mrs T is dead jealous. Reckons Poitier is something-or-other on legs (missed the first word!).
My pa also got to meet Crosby, during the war, just off of Regent Street. Guess he must have met another cyclist because he was flat out on the road and pa had to help him up. He thought the crooner was perhaps a little “tired and emotional”.