I find myself alone in a bright pink raincoat in a sea of dark blue and dark black coats. Stupidly enough I decide to walk to the supermarket along a lonely street with my pink coat to get some exercise and some food. It’s just a normal neighbourhood. A car comes along, slows down and stops next to me. A dirty old man, fatty peeped out from behind greasy glasses. I just walk on and look away. Later on someone tells me that I was walking in a secret kerb crawling zone and because the harlot’s houseboats closed down the ho’s were all over the place. Mental note to myself: bright colours only on the bike!