Not Meowth
Cat, are you drilling?
I can do me to Gordon Ramsay and Jamie Oliver in two (or three if you have to count yourself as a separation), both through my sister.
My sister once met Gordon Ramsay at a book signing or something, where he touched her face, so we're told.
And for a short period, she worked at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant in Oxford, and whilst there presumably met the man himself. (Once my mum and I went to eat there and I saw him in the flesh, so it was very nearly one separation, except that we, y'know, didn't actually meet per se.)
And in case you're wondering, yes, my sister is a chef =D
My sister once met Gordon Ramsay at a book signing or something, where he touched her face, so we're told.
And for a short period, she worked at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant in Oxford, and whilst there presumably met the man himself. (Once my mum and I went to eat there and I saw him in the flesh, so it was very nearly one separation, except that we, y'know, didn't actually meet per se.)
And in case you're wondering, yes, my sister is a chef =D