I'm hearing voices...

Into town with M to do some vox pops for a rather ridiculous project I'm involved with. It's been a while since I've done such haphazard information gathering. But, as ever, the people that want to talk tend to be the ones you'd least want to have a conversation with: the tracksuited pale of skin, the drunk, the drug addled, and a group of parkourists (free runners)! Then there's some that just won't stop once they've started - in today's case a security guard, a solicitor and a lad that got frog marched out of a shop for "trying to hand my CV in". Better than work, I suppose.