As GF rushed (well, walked briskly^** to the railway station last night he beheld a strange sight. About 50 yards shy of the big sports centre stood what he can only describe as a businessman with a case at his feet. He stood with his weight on his left foot whilst the right foot rested nonchalontly behind. He peered across the wide pavement towards the traffic and appeard to start rotating his head... Well, ok, not 360 degree rotations, but certainly 270 degree back and forth. Pfff, London, eh?

^**It would not be seemly for a man of Gorse Fox's years to rush.

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