A colleague and I stopped in the rain at Abingdon to offer an RAF officer a lift to the building he was walking to some distance away. I was later taken to task for telling him to hop into the back when I should have in fact changed seats to allow him to sit in the front.
There may or may not have been a Met man who soon after built a nest under the ceremonial eagle on a plinth and slipped in a few hens eggs for good measure.
