MGM commissary, 1940s. Oh, the famous butts which have sat on those chairs. Imagine going on your lunch break, and over your Mrs Mayer’s chicken soup, you cast a gaze around the room. Oh hey Judy! Mickey! Look there’s Greer, and Kate, and Spencer, and Cary. Who’s that Fred and Gene are chatting to? Is that Garbo? It was probably all in a day’s work for them, but I doubt that I’d ever get used to something like that.