So I had a bit of a strange encounter on my way home from work yesterday. It was chucking it down with rain. I was walking through the city, with my umbrella up (as, like anyone else who uses an umbrella in the Brighton rain, I like to still get wet but battle with gale force winds). So my vision was slightly obscurred but I did notice a hand just in front carrying a little wooden cage. As I looked closer, I realised that inside were stuffed mice clawing at the cage. Real stuffed mice.
Now this was strange enough. When I lifted my umbrella a little to peer out, I saw a man in Victorian atire. He had a small suitcase in his other hand and was hurrying up his dog.
We reached traffic lights and had to wait to cross the road. I was subtly looking him up and down, but a couple approaching from behind were not so subtle and started poking at the ‘pet’ mice.
“I’m on my way to a party” explained Victorian man. As you do.
“I’ve got a squirrel and a rabbit in my suitcase too.”
He looked at me and I tried to smile politely. The couple seemed quite impressed with this. I was just wondering if his dog was next.
“I’m a performance artist. I dress up as a fox,” he added. “I’ve got a mask in my suitcase made up of foxes’ heads.”
At this point, traffic or no traffic, I was getting across that road.
I’d like to imagine he looked a little like Mr Foxy Bingo above when in full costume. Eyeing up Katie Price. That’d be a roomy body suit.