In Australia, Kerri-Anne Kennerley is the sort of effervescent B-list personality who inhabits morning TV shows, womens magazines and infomercials. She is the definition of a non-threatening, bland TV hostess. Which makes it rather surprising when I discovered today that a) she was part of the New York Studio 54 scene in the late 70s, b) she was married at the time to classic-era Stones producer Jimmy Miller, and c) she almost offed said husband with a rifle after suffering abuse at his hands for years.

This is like a dalek appearing on Game of Thrones, or David Brent showing up in Breaking Bad: they inhabit different realities in my head and I can’t assimilate them.

Any other examples? Here’s one to kick it off. In rural France in the fifties, WFGH Samuel Beckett used to give the young Andre the Giant a lift to school each morning. Apparently, they used to talk about cricket.