I walked past a chap today during my lunch break, and I kicked myself for not having a camera with me.
He was squat and kind of fat, like one of the seven dwarves, but without the beard. He was wearing multiple layers, and a skiing jacket zipped almost all the way up, and a blue bobble hat. (Bare in mind how hot it was today...)
He had a walking stick but didn't really use it for very much, and when I walked past him he burst into song for a moment, then started to howl to himself.
I almost cried laughing, and was glad nobody else was around to see the state I was in. I could barely keep my balance after that.