rather me than you

Not only did we get to be entertained by a series of odd but reasonably interesting shortfilmthings this afternoon but we also got to see a man dropping a stick in the Meadows (he was dressed in the manner of a fringe performer and looked to be attempting to practise some baton-twirling moves but was using just a bit of stick which had obviously just fallen off a tree and was barely a foot long) which enthralled us for an entire ten seconds. Whilst having some food in a badly-named pub (it calls itself 56 North but the northernmost part of the premises is barely 55 degrees, 56 minutes and 38.9 seconds north) it then started to piss it down precipitating much flapping in all the people sitting on the outside tables including a bloke with a mullet of whom I was attempting to line up a shot. Despite the ill-preparedness of the outside-table people within seconds of the downpour starting almost everyone walking past outside was carrying an umbrella and evidently a feeling of vindication at stuffing it in their bag this morning. This bloke had no umbrella and was probably carrying an extra couple of kilogrammes of damp in his trousers.