of the night

Although I'd checked carefully in both directions to make sure that I wouldn't be impeding anyone by crouching to take this I still got some form of mutter (unintelligible) from a bloke weaving along the pavement in my vague direction before he launched himself recklessly onto (and eventually safely across) the road. I always vaguely wonder if someone's going to ask what I'm doing which would be interesting just to see what I said but he didn't seem to be in the mood to linger and speak more, especially when there were cars to risk walking into and a tricksy three-inch kerb to successfully negotiate.