I’m Going Off The Angel
I don’t know why it is, but it seems to be getting impossible to go past the Angel these days without getting accosted by a chugger.
One day last week, it was a group wanting me to save the tiger. Of course, I want to save the tiger, but the way to do this is to put pressure on various countries that use tiger parts in quack medicine. So where are the protests in places like Beijing and Hong Kong? Annoying me, doesn’t help this at all.
Today it was more chuggers and a protest about saving the NHS. I was accosted by an obese man smoking a cigarette. When I said I don’t support protestors who smoke, I giot a mouthful of abuse. So I just walked on. The protest was also using the only dry place in the rain as a shelter, so we had to get very wet to get past. So not intent of just breathing smoke on us, they were trying to give us pneumonia.
The trouble is that to get across the road from the station to Waitrose, M & S, Chapel Market, the other main shops and the cinema, is that there is only one crossing, so you have to run the gauntlet of chuggers and protestors every time you do it.
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