Today in Euston station I passed a gentleman in a wheelchair who stared at me and then said to the woman he was with (who looked like she was probably his mother) "I want a Quickie." I'm assuming (hoping) he was referring to my wheelchair.
I also passed a church in Hampstead, which, I have to say... I know I was looking at the sign outside (you know the one, with the name of the minister etc.) as I passed on a bus, but I'm still convinced that sign offered as one of the services available "contact Elvis." These new fangled religions. Pah.