I met Billy Bragg once. In 96 or 97 he hadn't gigged much and played Cambridge Folk Festival, I was a big fan so went for the day just for him. I saw him and his family sat out on the grass and I turned into a fawning fan. He was lovely and spent 10 minutes talking to me and being a thoroughly decent fella. Not a case of never meet your heroes.
Then he started dislike teenage skateboarders and I stopped loving him.