This one is easy (it’s a bit left-field so bear with me) :

Getting in a fight outside an Indian takeaway and a nightclub in Doncaster in, I’d say, the very late 80's. Some idiots were piling on a drunk, but big and brave, guy. Me and my brother jumped in, to his aid, though he probably didn’t need our help, as it became clear.

Oh, who was the guy?

Just a highly inebriated, still capable of dishing it out, James Hunt. And only moments afterwards, heading to a bar, he didn’t even remember being in a fight.

RIP you crazy awesome superman.