Count 'em, Jim

As you will be aware your bloggist is old and getting older. One of the few advantages of this is that maturity means one can more easily avoid the sort of social faux pas likely to cause embarrassment. Or so I thought.

I have been down to that there London - wargaming aspects of the trip will be covered here shortly - and was just entering the head office of a charity with which I am connected. "Hold the door" said a voice behind me. An elderly man appeared next to me and continued "I've had a terrible time getting here by taxi from Kings Cross because of all the roadworks. It's taken forever and cost me £12."

"You don't need to take a taxi from Kings Cross," I admonished him "It's a fifteen minute walk, twenty at most."

"But," my new friend said, with a rather pained expression appearing on his face "I've only got one leg." and a brief, if belated, visual inspection on my part confirmed this to very much be the case.

Not cool, dude, not cool.