A now forgotten British pop singer called Georgie Fame, and George Chakiris. I met George once, unlikely though it seems we had a mutual friend, and he invited me to dinner with George when he was in the UK. He was a lovely sweet man, but I guess with an IQ of about 90. When I was in my teens and thought I was the only gay in town I had an LP of George with a photo on the front of him in a very tight pair of jeans, which I used to prop up on the end of my bed and jerk off to. So I took the LP to dinner and got him to autograph it. I was tempted to tell him what I'd used it for in the hope that he would offer me a repeat performance in real life, but sadly I lost my nerve.