Not through the streets of London Town, but in a dodgy bedsit in Stafford getting a few quid during an Easter vac, the only time I worked over Easter, my wife-to-be rented the downstairs room. I bumped into her on the way out to the gym, and helped unload her stuff. She'd just *returned* from London Town, having spent her money and not found anyone. :-) IIRC I asked her to marry me 3 weeks later and we were married 9 months after (we would have been married quicker if I hadn't been at uni).

Graham.