Esther Rantzen isn't very nice. I was on the Orient Express when I was 6, and bearing in mind she supposedly loves children balh blah blah, she ignored me when her husband was talking to me.
On the same trip I had to play with Gian-Carla Cappola, Francis Ford Cappola's (directed The God Father amongst others) grand-daughter or something. Her grandfther was busy with some work or whatever so instructed the steward to take her and find another kid for her to play with. I was the only other child on the train. She was OK, but bearing in mind I was basically forced to play with his grand-daughter when I was happy on my own, he ignored me too.