OK, so what do you think I find most annoying about walking down a street in London? The fear of robbery? The fear of suicide bombs? Maybe being crushed in the Oxford Street mob of shoppers?
Well no. It’s far less exotic.
It’s fricking charity touts stepping infront of you and asking for a “minute of my time”.
I wouldn’t mind so much if you get asked like once or twice, but walk down a section of Oxford Street, or even the high street where I live, and you’ll probably get 5-10 people trying to stop you and ask for your personal details any bank accounts!
All I want to do is go about my business in peace. I don’t want some schmuck with rat tails and scruffy beard trying to stop me from going where I want to go – and I sure as hell don’t want to be stopped by 10 of these guys when popping down the shops to buy some bread and milk!
It’s gotten to a point where I have to consider the route I take to the shops to avoid these insanely annoying touts. Even my habits have had to change. I always take my cell phone out so that I can pretend that I’m on the phone in an effort to stop these vultures walking infront of me to ask if I care about the poverty in some African country.
I’m sure I’m not alone in this problem. There must be other people in London and other cities who are fed up with charity touts trying to you from going about your business every step of your journey.
Oh yeah, I had my injections today for travelling out to india. I think my left arm is about to drop off – I can barely move it! It aches all the way up to my neck!