Not random in the true sense of the word...
...but certainly the oddest thing I've seen so far. It was spring 1998 and I was on my way to an early lecture at Strathclyde University, so no booze or massive drugs were involved. Walking through George Square, I came across a very odd sight: an elderly Indian fakir lying sandwiched between two "beds of nails". On top of the man/nails sandwich stood Tommy "suntan" Sheridan berating, through a loudhailer, a crowd comprising three bemused grannies and four police officers. I was running late as usual so didn't have time to stop and ask what the hell was going on. What made it even weirder was that there wasn't a single tv camera or lackey handing out leaflets in sight.
(Burnside79, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 12:14, 5 replies)

Berating what?
You can't just berate, any more than you can just imprison or praise or tax. You have to berate something or someone. Finish the sentence, man!

(That's been annoying me all day.)
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 21:57, closed)

He was berating the crowd through a loudhailer if you prefer - I was being a bit creative with the sentence structure to add to the surreal feel of the story.
(Burnside79, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 7:52, closed)

That makes a lot more sense.
Welcome, kitten, chair etc.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 15:34, closed)

You've not heard of Tommy Sheridan have you?
He's the kind of loud mouthed numpty who would happily berate an empty space if he felt the urge.
( SteamedCleaner, Mon 25 Apr 2011, 2:35, closed)

Yes I have.
It was the odd syntax that bothered me.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 15:34, closed)