One last mystery

From childhood to now seems to have been one long process of having the mysteries of life destroyed under the unforgiving eye of “evidence”. First to go was the delightfully nonsensical tooth fairy followed later, and somewhat more traumatically by Father Christmas. Admittedly I did set up a complex array of mirrors to catch them in the act but I mean how could my parents do that to me?? Then someone at school said that Sooty and Basil Brush were puppets with someone’s hand up their bums and from then on it was a torrent of disillusionment after disillusionment. Unbelieveably the IMF would have you believe that Gordon Brown is not the saviour of the world and some say even The Stig has turned out to be one or more guys who may or may not be from Bristol and may or may not be called Ben Collins. Is nothing sacred!?!?

Well there is one last mystery. It is this:

Who is the City gent who wanders round London wearing a bowler hat with photos plastered to the side?? I saw him first two weeks ago on Oxford Street attracting the bemused stares of all and sundry but couldn’t catch up with him to see what was on the pictures and our ways parted at Tottenham Court Road. Then I saw him again by Moorgate but couldn’t get the camera phone out (Nokia N73 in case you were wondering) in time to take a picture. It’s probably a good job too as it would have ended up as some blurry City version of a Bigfoot-style photo rather than the crystal-clear incontrovertable proof I was looking for but anything would have been good.

So who is he? Have you seen him? What are the photos about?