I had a pair of polished brogues on yesterday and my hair is short and
neat at the moment. Maybe that's why the following happened:
On my way to the bookie's while en route to lunch in Soho, a man drew
level with me (I was walking pretty fast) and said 'excuse me.' He was
bald, fleshy with a long face and shy eyes. Overall impression was of
a pink and bashful horse. 'Yes?' I said.
'I just wondered if you'd be interested in coming to a Christian
meeting.'
'No thanks.'
In a bestiary like my town it felt flattering that he dared approach
(torrents of verbal abuse and threats of murder and violence are
routine for giving the slightest offence). He obviously thought I was
worth saving.
About 12 hours later at Cambridge Circus a bunch of happy clappy Hare
Krishnas were dancing and recruiting. They didn't come near me and the
friend I was with.
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