My favourite story regarding Paul Newman. Young girls were always hanging around his gate, in the 50s and 60s, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. One day his wife, Joanne, confronted a group of about a dozen girls and was chatting to them about her husband. They said they thought Paul was just wonderful. Joanne gave them a "look" then said, "Yeah, he's fantastic - and did you know he snores like a pig?"
