Northam and St Mary's in Southampton were recently the victim of a botched regeneration, in which actually existing book, rag & bone, comic and record shops and cafes were closed down at a rapid rate to be replaced by a designated antiques quarter and (of course) some luxury flats. On my way to my Mum's flat via said quarter, walking past shops which generally open, attempt to sell tat and then close within 2 months, and noting the placards advertising a gigantic Victorian arcade to built on the site, I suddenly spotted, tootling down the road past sundry glowering youths, what was undeniably a horse and cart.
Loudly atop the cart was a man in a vest who yelled at myself, said youth and seemingly anyone else who cared to hear, with a manner mixing that of the 17th century burgher and 21st century lumpenproletarian, 'fuckers! You're all cunts! Fuck you! You cunts!' as his horse dragged him along, seemingly undisturbed.