I wonder if she's the same nice old lady who approached me whilst I was having brekkie outside one sunny Sunday morning at SW9. She thrust her hand over my scrambled egg and said "Give me a pound" to which I replied 'sorry, no'. So she walked about 5 yards, pulled down her tights, lifted her skirt, pointed her arse in my general direction and - well, I was quite impressed by the power of it all...
