Back when I was a full-time professional comics contributor, I dined out every evening at various local eateries. In one of those establishments, the head chef was an English chappie named STEVE, and one night he asked me if Id do a caricature of him that he could give as a present to his mother whom he was shortly due to visit in his home town. If I recall correctly after all these years, he sat at my table while I drew a preliminary pencil pic, which I then took home, copied onto an A4 sheet then inked and also coloured. (But not before I'd made a photocopy of the black and white original.)
I saw him on his return and he told me his mother was extremely pleased with the pic, but he then said something which quite startled me. Apparently, his two young nephews had visited his mother during his stay and recognised my name. He confirmed to them when asked that I was indeed the very Robson who contributed to 2000 A.D., which happened to be their favourite weekly comic, and they were well-impressed that one of THARG's droids ate in the actual restaurant in which their uncle worked.
Even though I was merely bathing in the reflected glory of 'the galaxy's greatest comic', I was fair chuffed that two strangers who lived hundreds of miles away even knew who I was - and I was even more pleased when Steve told me that they had asked him to inform me that I was their favourite lettering artist. Anyway, I didn't charge Stevie-boy for his caricature, but I got a couple of free meals out of it as a 'thank you' for my efforts.
And, in a way, I'm still 'dining out' on that pic today, as you've all just read for yourselves.
