After two random encounters during the weekend pub crawl with a couple of flat-out crazies, we come across another one, happily singing in the middle of Piccadilly. Now there's nothing crazy about public singing, though right? There is when you only sing 4 lines, over and over. To random, scared looking people in the street. I mean standing over them and singing at them, while they run away. Possibly drunk...
"Hey, How are ya doing?
Sorry I can't get through.
Leave your name and number
And I'll get back to you."
This is not a song. But maybe it is a sign.... Three crazies in three days... It can only mean one thing...
The End of the World is Nigh. Get ready people...
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