On average, people in Ireland have been nicer than the people in England about me ringing them to ask for their address information. People in Scotland vary, but there tends to be a greater percentage of deaf grannies answering the phone.
Not to vastly generalise or anything.
On another, slightly dorky, note, turns out that I, Claudius is a darn good book. I've seen parts of the BBC version, particularly the Caligula section with the eternally lovely (even when in an atrocious wig with strange jaundice-y makeup) John Hurt, and had been meaning to get around to reading the book itself, which I finally am doing, interspersed with The Gift (still good, still reading it), and Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the world (bloody fabulous, as is all Murakami... love him). But yes. I am only a couple of chapters into I, Claudius, due to work busyness and rapage by the Russian language, but it's awesome. I look forward to my next T ride.