Walthamstow Market
in the early '80s... a fat middle-aged woman, totally naked, with her face and body painted completely blue (or at least I assume it was paint), staggering a few steps, then bellowing out some primeval animal howl, then staggering a few more steps, then the howl again, all the while with her eyes, exaggerated because of the contrast of the whites against the blue of her face, darting around randomly, empty of everything except utter, abject terror. The eyes of an animal about to be slaughtered.
My brother afterwards: "Fucking hell, that was brilliant! You could see her tits and everything!"
( mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ, Thu 28 May 2009, 19:08, 2 replies)

Hahahahaha!
I don't think she's around anymore.

But there is a guy who stares through shop windows at ladies and has a wank over the window
( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Fri 29 May 2009, 9:21, closed)