… but not a lot.
I did once met Paul Daniels and his glamorous assistant when I was hiking in the Yorkshire Dales. This was early ’90s. They were sitting on a bench outside a cafe taking in the view. We shared a pot of tea (I paid) and talked nonsense. I remember he mentioned how much he loved the Dales, and how nice it was to no longer wear that ridiculous rug atop his bonce.
I know he came across as a bit of a twerp, but he was genuinely pleasant company for the half hour I spent with them.
And I still have my 1981 LP ‘The Paul Daniels Magic Show’ somewhere.