Begging? But I thought it was freedom of expression?
During one of those lovely, unseasonably warm days last week I passed an old guy, on his knees, praying on the street.
It was the middle of the afternoon, it was busy, people were rushing and bustling about, but for some reason, there was something particularly affecting about this poor sod.
Looking like he was in his 60s – which means nothing given the physical toll life on the streets will take – his eyes were shut and he held his hands out in supplication.