I forgot a few others, while working at an ad agency in New York:
Dom Deluise, when he was doing a Ziploc ccampaign for us. Big, fat, funny, really friendly--and obviously queer as a 3-dollar bill. ("Not that there's anything wrong with it.)
David Leisure, whom I wouldn't call real famous, but who did our Joe Isuzu campaign. (The "liar" campaign--"Hi! I'm Joe Isuzu. And this car is faster than a speeding bullet!)
Raquel Welch, she was older in the 80s and A LOT older now. An art director was designing the jacket for her first workout video. She was TINY, but big boobs, which was all I cared about anyway. Plus, she visited the agency with her daughter, so case closed.
Jesse Jackson, and Jerry Brown--when Brown was making his only serious run for president. I was drinking lunch at Sounds of Brazil on Varick Street in lower Manhattan (SoHo), stumbled out of the place to return to work, only to find myself face to face with BOTH of them, just like 2 feet away, where they had assembled for a photo op.
Obviously, Secret Service didn't care what happened to either of them, because I could have popped them both in a heartbeat. And while Jesse was talking into the mikes, I yelled out, and I swear to God...
"Jesse! You still owe me 20 bucks, you son of a bitch!!!"
If you don't believe me, just see the "drinking lunch" reference above.
(Sorry guys, but you don't have to be Republican to dislike Jesse.)