MolOverBeethoven Strangely enough, we got on okay. I can't remember if I met up with him after making contact on here, after which, he also met my sister, who was also in Bradford at the time. She rang me in the wee small hours to say she had had a nice night out with Mr D Bloke and he then spoilt it by trying to force himself on her in the taxi as she was trying to get out. That is how I remember it. Me meeting him was a sheer accident, as I was meeting someone else and there he was. He didn't confirm or deny what had happened, and it could have been a made up story, but why would my sister make something like that up about someone who we both thought was okay?