I was sitting, quietly eating my sandwich, in Uttoxeter high street today
when a tall, swarthy, powerfully built young man stopped and looked at me. It
struck me that there was something odd about his appearance and demeanour,
although I couldn’t work out exactly what it was. And then he said something to
me, or it would be more accurate to say that he grunted something in my
direction because I haven’t a clue what it was. I chose to ignore him and he
walked away.
Later that afternoon I was sitting elsewhere in the town
having a mid-term cigarette and watching the people walk by. I was struck by how
odd so many of them looked and decided that Uttoxeter is probably not the
safest place to go for a white water canoeing holiday.
And then I wondered what they thought of me.
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