I found the following letter typed, placed in sheet protectors, and taped to lampposts along Constitution St. and Constitution Rd.
I met you on the Megabus Wednesday night/Thursday morning and we talked for three-odd hours all the way home. However, once the bus stopped we said goodbye and regrettably I neglected to give you my number.
All I know is your sister stays on Constituion Stree and you’re visiting for four days. I know this is a bit, em, crazy, and I know you’re heading back to The Netherlands and I’m moving to Manchester (got the job!), but I really liked speaking to you and this is now the only way I can think of to get in touch.
Maybe I’ve seen one too many movies, but here’s my e-mail address if you want to get in touch:
[redacted to protect the guilty]
Hopefully speak soon.
Scottish guy without an accent
[Edit 2009/11/02 22:54 : Gareth, the Scottish guy without an accent, responded to my email and pointed me to this article about his adventure, which was posted on the front page of the Evening Telegraph.]