I once spoke to a girl who said she'd been to bed with Tom Baker. She described having sex with the Doctor as a 'surreal experience'.
In my opinion though, possibly not quite as surreal as having him phone me up to tell me that my new fridge is being delivered between 7:00 AM and 1:00 PM tomorrow and I should make sure I'm at home between those hours
BT SMS in case anyone was wondering.
However, in true 'companion' fashion I plan to ignore his advice, leave the flat at just gone seven tomorrow morning to buy a newspaper and get captured by the Daleks before I get to the end of the garden path.