Night People

Last night out and about in the ebuC bar, some young people stopped and pointed at me, chanting “Elvis! Elvis!”. Baffling. The week before, some blonde woman thrust her leg at me and screeched something like, “look! I’ve got a plaster on my leg!”. She did indeed. I stroked it and said, “yes, very nice.” and then went about my business.

Odd things happen to me. Merry Christmas.