HE is one of Britain’s best-known broadcasters.

But the fame and fortune enjoyed by legendary DJ Chris Evans counted for nothing when he thought about buying a luxury multi-million-pound house in the Hampshire countryside.

The 47-year-old presenter promptly fell foul of a Lymington estate agent he has branded Dummkopf and Co.

In a scene straight out of Fawlty Towers he was told to hand back the brochure by a Mr Angry – only to be chased down the road by the same man, who had realised his mistake and was shouting apologies.

Relating the experience Chris said: “Don’t even think about trying to buy your dream house on the Beaulieu River via a certain estate agent.

“You remember that scene in Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts goes to a store on Rodeo Drive after Richard Gere gives her carte blanche to buy whatever she wants, only for a snooty old battleaxe of a shop assistant to give her short shrift.

“Well, that couldn’t happen in real life, could it. Oh yes...”

Radio Two presenter Chris was on one of his regular visits to Lymington when he saw the house advertised “in the window of Dummkopf and Co”.

He said: “I’ve changed the name to protect the innocent, including the lovely lady who engaged me in a friendly discussion while furnishing me with further details.

“‘Oh that house is as good as I’ve ever seen,’ she enthused.

“As I perused the pages of the glossy brochure I could see exactly what she meant; a huge river frontage, its own private jetty and – get this – not only a wine cellar but a walk-in wine room.

“I liked it immediately and considered requesting a viewing.

So what could go wrong in the next ten seconds? A flustered man stopped me in the road and barked ‘can I help you?’.

“What to cross over? No thanks. I’m 47 years old. Should be fine.

“‘No,’ he said, gesturing towards the brochure. ‘About the house’.

“‘Oh that’s all right,’” I said.

‘The lady’s sorted me out’.

“‘Well can I have your home address then?’ he added, his tone instantly becoming confrontational.

“‘Actually no you can’t,’ I replied.

“‘Well in that case I need my brochure back.’ “Was this guy for real?

“‘OK,’ I said, ‘but that’s the strangest way I’ve ever come across of trying to sell a house.’ “Unperturbed Mr Angry grabbed the brochure back and flounced off.

Cut to 30 seconds later.

“‘Chris, Chris – I’m so sorry. There’s been a misunderstanding. I apologise unreservedly’.

“He was chasing me down the street.

“‘Please go away!’ I whispered. It was all very embarrassing.”