a dribbling perve
Once I was walking back to the station after an evening of merriment somewhere near Kensington. I was quite preoccupied with the pavement as it appear to keep changing levels and was occasionally swaying from side to side. As a result I was keeping my eyes on it and trying to predict its movement.
Lost in this, I heard a cry from up ahead and saw a woman run screaming into a restaurant. When I reached it I looked in to see the woman point at me through the window and shout "That's him! He's following me!"
In a comedy moment, that could have been straight out of a Mel Brooks film, they all turned to me with their jaws open.
realising that it might be wise to beat a hasty retreat, I decided to walk a bit faster to the station and not worry about what the pavement was doing.

nobody did come after me (thankfully) and I never did get to really see who the silly cow was (although in the seconds it took for her to point me out, I noticed she had great baps).
(EvilMeister, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 18:03, Reply)