It's always a challenge walking home from work. On a bad day walking along the main pedestrain thoroughfare you've got to negotiate at least five seperate groups of people wanting your attention. First come the market researchers, then come the charity workers (kids and disabled charities), then the nightclub flyer giver outs, then the insurance sales people, then finally more charity workers (third world aid).
Up until last week it was relatively easy to avoid them, you just identified the workers ahead then looked away, monitoring them out of the corner of your eye as you went past. However as of Monday a disturbing pattern has occured. Each time I've identified an upcoming group and gone to avoid them I've walked into the path of another group who have been lying in wait. The worrying fact is this: They've learnt to work together. It can only be a matter of time now before they start to develop rudimentary tools such as nets and spears. I'm just glad I'm leaving the country.
(8) The Cowboy Song - Blur
(t) Martin
(e) SITC
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