Tuesday 15 December 2009 3.54pm
On Long Lane
the other day a man in shorts and singlet crossed the road in the twilight and deliberately bumped into me, then called me a bastard and ran off (not very fast). I thought this was, to say the least, eccentric. Then there is the chap who walks around Snowsfields shouting "Oi" at everyone who passes him. Finally, yesterday morning a man came up to me near Monument and asked me if I would look after his daughter for five minutes while he went to the betting shop. I refused for a whole host of reasons. "Don't worry," he responded, "I haven't got a daughter anyway."