Picardy Place. 11.45am.

On my way back from a facial and massage, chilled, slightly spaced out and not looking where I was going, I walked straight into these men, I tripped and nearly kicked over a tin of Special Brew. They started shouting at me, but couldn't be arsed to get up, so I took their pic. They got really angry then and shouted so loudly they induced coughing fits and I'm pretty sure shat themselves into the bargain.

I'm not feeling quite so relaxed now.