Which is why I avoid London as one would avoid a pit of vipers! All rush with neither reason nor manners!

I have a dodgy leg, and have to stop occasionally because it pains me. I generally move out of the main flow when I do so, finding a quiet corner to rest up for a moment. But sometimes the bloody thing just gives up on me and I can't move for a minute. Please bear in mind the following before applying a punch to my head: I am from the North and thus have a very hard head; I carry a walking cane which is not one of those shoddy telescoping or folding jobs, but a good solid bit of wood with a brass handle; there is nothing wrong with my hands and arms.

Sometimes you stop because you have to. So if some people need skinned knuckes and a mild concussion to teach them to a) watch where they're going, b)keep a safe distance and c)exercise some manners, I am qualified in adult education!