What a wierd start to the day
A man is sitting in the lotus position in the street outside my flat, singing Smiths songs in mournful tones. They echo off the other buildings in this narrow street, accompanied by the wailing of gulls.
Thing is... it's 5:15 in the morning.
I'm not sure whether to go down with a bunch of gladioli for him to wave or to yell at him to STFU. Or possibly call the police...