Thanks for the encouragement folks but really it's all I can do to help me bite my tongue,and not laugh at the great unwashed. The aforementioned "VW mechanic"looked like a long lost Marx Brother and had I think what was the biggest bunch of keys I've ever seen hanging off a dog clip on his belt,that is usually a diagnosis in itself.
Chris, I'm pretty sure your script outline will quickly be adopted by Dik as a basis for a funding pitch for an art film.
But,as always ,the truth, is stranger yet again. The show,or the story, wouldn't be complete without me admitting that I managed to assault at least one member of the crowd with information that they couldn't digest, one particular guy I remember was very keen to move on after I trained my talkzooka on him and loosed off a couple of stories that left him saying,"yeah,ok,what a fascinating story,thanks for that,very very interesting,yes,anyway,thanks" and made those eye movements that a cornered sheep makes........ I'd told him the story of WH700 the Canberra bomber that our tank originally came from,that it flew spy flights over Kasputin Yar,that it was suspected of being the plane that the Migs hit,but didn't bring down, that it was in a film,that it was now in South Australia and we'd had our photo taken with it. I suspect that guy walked over to his friends and said "keep walking, that bloke is nuts"....then he would have gone home and busied himself on his 350/350/9 inch fibreglass 32 while his wife made him a cheese sandwich and tried to digest what he'd seen and heard.