Strolling up Marylebone High Street in the summer sun, shades on, white shirt, looking cooler than a cool thing and SPLOSH, from a great height a half pint of pigeon shit went down through my hair, glasses, front of face, shirt and trousers. I had no handkerchief or money on me so I had to sort of wipe it away with my hand and walk back to work not looking so cool any more, listen to a lot of mocking laughter, then scrub up a bit and go to Take 6 to purchase a new wardrobe