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You know what, if I were ever the victim of a complicated and bizarre set of circumstances that rendered me outdoors, beyond sprinting distance from a place of refuge and in a state of complete deshabille with naught but a piece of religious canon with which to cover the old religious cannon then I too would a) walk with a sense of absolute purpose and b) completely ignore the existence of anyone else at all.
I definitely wouldn't respond to offers to wrap the doric column in another gentleman's knitwear.
London randomness
last summer riding home along albert embankment, man walking along stark bollock naked holding bible in front of him walking with purpose, proper look of determination in his eyes, i offered him a jumper to cover up and he looked right through me.