I was driving to my Mother In Law's one Christmas morning, quite early, having come off the night shift. On Canning Town flyover, I saw an old geeza plodding along. What the hell, I thought, it's Chrismas. So I pull up and offer him a lift. He's going to Dagenham, he says, to see his sister for Christmas Day. No sweat, I'm driving past Dagenham anyway. So we get to Dagenham, and I say where do you want dropping off.. and he begins to look a bit hazy. He can't quite remember the name of his sister's road, of her married surname, or her phone number. We drive round a bit, but it all looks a bit vague to him. In the end I dropped him off at the local nick. On reflection, I think the chap was slightly doodle-ally. Maybe once he had had a sister who lived in Dageham (someone must have), but she'd moved on to a Better Place. I did wonder where he'd set off walking from, and what happened to him on that Christmas Morning.