Was recently on rare trip to the 'states' with a crew having lunch and a few beers in a local bar. Very well dressed gentleman sat at far end of bar reading a copy of 'Washington Post' asked the barman where we were from as he had over-heard our accents. Once we reluctantly, as usual, declared we were visiting British servicemen, he made his apologies and left as he had to return to work. We sat for a few more hours 'socialising' and eventually called for the bill. "Bill Sir?" barman replied, "There is no bill!". The stranger had insisted that all our tab be placed on his usual account. Can you imagine for one minute that happening in TGI Fridays in Leicester Square. ?