Whilst perambulating homewards, a Clevor Trevor style chap is walking towards me, head bowed in mobile phone chatterings. I'd say he was in his thirties, head shaven and uncovered. He was wearing tracky bottoms, the crotch fashionably just above knee level, and a sweatshirt, no coat. As you know, it's bloody freezing, but he seemed oblivious.
As he neared me he said this into his mobile "...but they can't do that, it'd make me look stupid". I bit my lip.
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