Spotted...

middleofnowhere waiting at the lights a couple of days ago round Holborn. Trackstanding like a tiger ready to pounce. The pouring rain was dripping down his face and beard. A blank expression, and an icy stare at the road ahead. Nodders keeping a distance behind due to fear, confusion and repect. The lights changed, five powerful strokes out of the blocks, nodders destroyed.

Ok, you can have a job as my publicist (tho I'd be more interested in having my own publican).

Blank expression and an icy stare = still half asleep.