My mate's like that.
On the way back from watching Fulham in Turin (and no sleep for four days) he genuinely believed the bloke behind him in the queue at passport control was an undercover copper out to get him (he was on a football ban at the time see), who then followed him on the flight to Edinburgh, the bus from Edinburgh Airport to the city centre, Edinburgh to Newcastle on the train and that he was following us as we walked round Newcastle.

There was no one there. At any point at all.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:02, Reply)