Thanks for the suggestion, but I think it was around the time I was leaving London forever, partly because of my fears over the safety of myself and, more importantly, my wife, she having been 'mugged' by a knifeman not long after getting off a train at Blackheath Station in the evening when I was in Bristol. The murder of Stephen Lawrence in Well Hall Road, Eltham a few months later only reinforced our decision, given I had lived on that road growing up, not that I'm making a comparison between his sickening killing and anything we experienced, other than the complete uninterest of the local Met Police in apprehending perpetrators of violent crimes. A long-winded way of saying, no,sorry, can't help on this occasion.