A joyous little tale: the phone rings.

‘What?’ I bark. I am plumbing and a pipe has just come off in my hand that shouldn’t wot of. Lots of uncontained water around.

A friend tells me that a lady has just come out of a bus-station wearing a pair of knickers on her head. She is quite cheerful, and no-one in the mixed urban throng is being cruel or taking the piss.

Those social workers (ik, gah) don’t get ‘em all and society isn’t as bad as it’s sometimes painted.