Well, on Parliament Hill or whatever its called, at the top of Hapstead Heath, the dull scene of poncey strap on kite flyers and crusties with twirlies, and rabied dogs, was blessedly cracked by a stomping tall man with white hair, in dungeries, with the most insanely good natured bearing that only the truly alien, or the insane have.
I thought it looked like Tim Smith! it was last sunday, or Saturday, I loose days... But I didnt see too well as I was grumpy, and was bound for the trees to hide from the happy buggers and love struck couples.
Anyone able to tell me?
Thanks