Been a big fan of Dave Grohl since he was nice to me backstage at the '92 Reading Festival. I'd just had my arm broken in the mosh pit (was 14) during L7's set and he happened to walk past the backstage medical area and see me, caked in mud, just the N and I of my Rock potatos shirt visible. He stopped, asked if I was OK, to which I replied that I wasn't cos I was missing Teenage Fanclub. He laughed, asked if I was enjoying the mud and handed me the sticks he was carrying.
God, that was 19 years ago. I feel old as shoes now.
Of course, no one ever believes these beat to hell drum sticks I have treasured for 2 decades were once part of Nirvana.