CONMEN

I've just walked through the square between IFC 1 and 2 and The Forum, and it just occured to me that it's ages since I had anyone come up to me and tell me that I'm a very lucky man, and today is my lucky day. It used to enliven many a dull Pret-a-manger sandwich lunch to have them come up, let them get half-way through their spiel, and then tell them to fcuk off. I almost miss them. There was one guy in particular who caught a real earful after he came up to me while I was sitting just digesting the news my grandmother had died. They were a great way of letting off a bit of steam by giving them an ear-bashing. I say bring them back, then I'd have someone to rant at so I'd feel better about the dismal performance of the English rugby team over the weekend.