Couchsurfer... Douze points?
I met Johnny Logan in Brussels in 1987, the night he won the Eurovision Song Contest with Hold Me Now. I was 14 and had been working at the Irish Club of Brussels annual cheese and wine fundraiser. Such was the excitement of his win that my parents (surprisingly) agreed I could go with the gang heading into the hotel where it was rumoured Logan would be celebrating. Finally, he arrived, and launched into a victorious rendition of Hold Me Now, but broke off after just a few lines. Overcome by the emotion of the moment. In tears. 'They said it couldn't be done,' indeed. I had a big crush for at least a year afterwards, and a residual interest in the Eurovision ever since.