A catchphrase employed, I thought, by Fast Show characters in Hula Hoop adverts. Also, I can now say with certainly, employed by crazy old men at bus stops.

Not that he got much change out of me, staggering over to me with fists melodramatically out for a fight as he did. I delicately sidestepped, wagged a finger, muttered 'come on, none of that' and legged it. That said, a teensy bit more stress and I would have happily tried to lamp him at his request. This was just after I'd realised my bus home wasn't turning up, having travelled all the way from Streatham to Oxford to get it, so I was less than thrilled. Then I got to the station, where the emergency back-up plan of going to Slough and getting a lift home off my dad nearly failed dismally - the departure boards initially reckoned the 6:30 train was three minutes late, but that delay rose minute by minute until by 6:30 itself, the train wasn't due in til 7:05. And then it turned up at 6:34. This must be an ingenious device on behalf of First Great Western to make their passengers treat minor delays like major triumphs in the face of adversity - worked on me, I'm sat on it now and a whole lot happier than I was.

Photos of the new house and a few words about the big move will be on here later on tonight.