Description

I am hungry and am looking dejectedly at the rain-soaked street.Suddemly there is a tap on my shoulder, Arthur has given me the tap and I turn and look at him, a wet bedraggled figure, with rain cascading from his cap and dripping like that proverbial tap again from the end of his nose. Oh, I forgot to mention, he has a pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth which sizzles and belches steam, notwithstanding the fact that he is in a smokeless zone.