Debbie eats slab (whole)!

This might not look entirely clear - you can probably just about see a couple of hands and a bike in the background - but this is (or can be interpreted as) my mate Debs eating pavement in Leicester Square a week ago. We were there witnessing another great movie at the London Film Festival - although her concrete-munching exploits prior to the movie surpassed all cinematic expectations.

There's a few random ideas I could come up with for explaining what she might have been doing - imprinting her palms along the movie stars, tying a shoelace, etc. But she wasn't. Neither was she exactly falling. Not that this wasn't a hugely embarassing event for the poor girl.

No, she had decided that rather than walk serenely around the barrier to which the bicycles were chained, that it would be far better to climb under it. Alas, the sheer number of metalic transport-modules chained to the barrier coupled with the low-lying level of the barrier itself meant that this was a far tougher quest than Debbie could have imagained.

On hands and knees (and probably wondering what she's done to deserve this) she found it a struggle even to inch forward, let alone keep her handbag and coat in order (and away from the brutal concrete) as she tried to rise. Cruelly I, rather than offering the poor girl a hand, had ample opportunity to see the comedy of the moment and took a photo instead.

Then uploaded it onto my blog...

That's what real friends (and modern mobile phones) are for. Sorry Debs.

* previously featured in the Scribbler for 'meeting' the great Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee