Peculiar encounters...

Out early. Which might account for a couple of strange people I avoided fully engaging with this morning. Walking past the cemetery gates I eyed a gent in full cowboy regalia; the illusion that this might be an actual cowboy shattered by his frenetic mobile phone keypad punching. Then there was a chap on a main arterial road waving a copy of a book titled No Mercy from the Japanese in my face. I think I've seen the latter before - several months ago and a little bit further up the road, that time brandishing a weighty tome about the Somme, which he held up and displayed to passing traffic. As much as I love this city and its people, it does throw up some peculiar encounters.