I went to uni at High Wycombe in the late 90s, saw a few famous people getting out of cars at a particular cash point at the end of the high street (never did find out why celebrities went there, it was bizarre!… Noel Gallagher, Richard E Grant, Heston dooya want a bloominstarter, Gaz from Supergrass, guitar-abuser from Texas, Craig Charles, Ian Mckellan…) near to one of the awful establishments I would drink in. All of them took some light hearted banter with some aplomb. One of my mates shouted “your hats are horny” to Jay Kay, this monstrosity turned round and shouted back “oh yeah, you’re a [Poor language removed]!, go [Poor language removed] yourself!
If he wasn’t so tiny, and I mean childlike, my friend would have torn him to bits. I later found out he lived in Beaconsfield which is just down the road from Wycombe (A despicable shithole by any metric). I can validate your thirst for violence. Sleep well friend.