You are wrong about no VIPs there.
There was Victor Hugo after the Jersey political establishment booted him out for saying things they didn't want to hear (nothing changes, does it?)
And there was Cyril Fletcher, that chap who used to sit on a plush leather sofa and come out with quirky newspaper cuttings on Esther Rantzen's "That's Life"
Finally, and unforgetably, Oliver Reed, who gave a whole new meaning to the phrase "a bum's rush".
All dead now. So who is the VIP?