this is bonkers and bizarre and I probably shouldn’t have done it but I am a country boy who just stays in the Big Bad City during the week so…
I left myÂ large concrete-steel-and-smoked-glassÂ office at about 12.30 to go to a meeting down on the Isle of Dogs.
Unusually I was going to drive down – normally I walk.
Drive down because I was goingÂ to stayÂ on the Isle after the meeting, prior to driving in toÂ the West End for an evening of food, fun and frolics.
So I left the office and made for the car park.
Part-way there a chap stopped me in the street.
“Excuse me, is there a supermarket around here?”
I told himÂ the nearestÂ wasÂ down on the Isle of Dogs.
“How far away is that?”
“It’s about half an hour on foot but I can get you there if you like?”
He looked as though he couldn’t believe it.
“I’m going that way, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Well that’s very generous of you, thanks!”
We walked the 100 metres to my car, got in and we chatted as I drove.
Dan is from sarf London, temporarily working on the north side of the river on one of the many urban regeneration projects as a labourer.
In no time we got to Asda, he offered meÂ profuse thanks again, shook my hand, said flattering things, got out and went on his way.
Yes, I’m prepared to admit that – in hindsight – my actions may well have been careless.
But what a world (city?) we now live in where just helping someoneÂ has so many cautionary tales attached.
We should be ashamed of ourselves for creating this society.