We’d gone to Redruth for our guerilla-ing, had just given the last bag away and were about to retreat to the steamy market cafe to defrost when a young man caught my eye. This was because he appeared to be wearing nothing but a towel and was accompanied by some friends.
He dropped the towel and was revealed to be wearing beach shorts.
He made a quick speech to camera (his friends all had at least one phone trained on him), gulped down a bottleful of sticky red liquid (did it say it WKD on the label?)
paused to belch a few times….
I’m sorry I couldn’t capture the piece de resistance when he got roundly slapped about the ears with a wet fish. All that was left was a head on the pavement.