* The nice man from the RAC who towed dennyd's car back to his house, and then stopped beside me in the street as I was walking, sobbing, to the tube station and gave me a lift. And offered to take me home. But to his home. So I politely declined. Made me smile, though.
* James. I don't know who he is, but he's posh, drunk, probably just about getting home by now, and he's an excellent singer. He serenaded me on the tube at the behest of his friends, and for once I didn't mind, because really, what else could have gone wrong?