Regent's canal walk

Friday late afternoon, finished work, evening plans cancelled, time free, sunny day. Thought I'd take a walk along the Regent's canal from Angel as I've never been more than 10 mins down the path and I didn't know where it led. It turned out to lead to Hackney and Hoxton, which I would have thought would take a lot longer to get to than the hour or so I walked.
I took this opportunity of being close to nature by texting four friends and calling three.
I passed four people that smiled at me; I gave two half-smiles back. Two of the four were openly more bonkers than me, in a "I'm grinning at the world and saying 'hello' to the ducks" kind of way. One Arab man on a bike said "Yes!" to me. I didn't reply. One man had jaundice and his hair matched his face and made me think of curry. I passed approximately twenty more-yobbish-than-me people.
But my friends, I felt hungry. Hunger inside my body. That strange and rare feeling I only experience about three times a year. A metallic feeling in my stomach it was. After all, I had only eaten one banana, one breakfast bar, one black coffee [okay, I drank it], one starbucks [sorry 3rd world] egg mayo sarni all day. It was real hunger my friends, and though it didn't kill me, I did begin talking to myself. For some reason I found myself repeating the word 'Yowza' several times. I can't say what I meant by that.I eventually succumbed and put two pieces of chewing gum in my mouth, one on either side. As always when I have two pieces of gum at the same time, I tried not to join them in case they combined to make a bomb. I think I saw that on James Bond when I was aged about seven, and ever since have never been able to eat two pieces of chewing gum without recalling this.
I noticed this somewhat ironicly named ex-pub who clearly didn't have a big enough one.













