Last night while I was loitering in coldharbour lane a woman, clutching a can of cheap cider and wearing what appeared to be a leather dress, wandered over to me and asked me for a cigarette. Feeling generous, I gave her one. She looked at me and said 'Oh, it's you. Haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?'
I smiled politely all the while thinking - who the fuck are you?.
I said that I was well and asked her how her evening was going. She offered me a swig from her can, which I declined. She then half squatted, pissed, stood up and said 'Ah, thats better' and proceeded to toddle off
Brixton is very strange