After a VERY drunken meeting in Londonw ith a client, (which led to an even more drunken evening) I finally got my sorry arse on the train home...well, as far as Farnborough. I promptly bundled everyone in the taxi queue out of the way and jumped into the one and only cab...only to find I had the measly sum of Â£9 on me. Told the cabbie to take me as far as Â£9 would go...to which he stopped the car bang on Â£9 and kicked me out by the church on Queens Ave. Bugger. So there I was, at 3am, weaving my way towards home while texting my babysitter to apologise for being late and to assure her next time I say I'll be in by 12 I'll mean it! What I didn't realise was that in my drunken state of text madness I was not actually looking where I was going and suddenly heard a voice say 'Oi love, where do you think you're going?' I looked up and saw some blurred writing and could just make out the words 'PROVOST' 'Excuse me love, over 'ere' I turned and came face to face with the RMP who kindly explained to me that, in my apparent unawareness of the green cross code etc I was just about to wobble my way into their camp. Damn. I think I apologised, but the words came out as a 'sshhhlorry bout tha hic' Anyway, in a shock horror moment they offered me a lift home - which I gratefully accepted and saved myself another 20 mins of pi.ssed up wandering. Any of you Arrsers got stories of random acts of kindness towards you when you were too drunk to appreciate it?