Two of them, to be precise. Real-life people I've seen with my own eyes, over the last 24 hours. Don't get too excited: they weren't dressed as elephants and juggling goose-heads, but they did exhibit distinctly strange behaviour. And they reminded me how we need to keep the Script Reader continually thinking, "Why?". (Obviously, that's "Why?" in a good way, as opposed to, "Why did they bother?"). Anyway, here are the characters, as advertised...
(1) A gentleman in a suit and tie, holding a briefcase, crossing Charing Cross Road, early evening. All perfectly normal, you'd think, except he had a copper pyramid on his head. It was like a wire frame, as opposed to a solid shape. Four slanting sides to it, if I remember rightly. Just perched on his head, tight on his short hair. Simple as that. Why, why, why? I watched him head into a book shop (with a porn section in the basement, incidentally), and seriously considered following him inside, to ask about the pyramid. But he might have beaten me to death with the briefcase.
(2) Bespectacled, shorts-wearing fellow ahead of me in the queue at a Post Office Collection Branch, this morning. He was on a mobile phone, talking to a lady named Kara. He said, "I don't understand what you mean Kara". Twice. Then he told her how many people were ahead of him in the queue: four. Explained that there was no payment involved - these people were just going to hand over cards and collect their packages. Then - and here becomes the bafflement - he said: "There are four people waiting. Two ladies and two men." Now why, in the name of Hades' fifth sun, did Kara want to know the gender ratio of people in a queue to collect packages from a PO counter?
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