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Art in Action - as mentioned by Adrian. You missed nothing my learned, starfangled banner friend. *
*It seemed that 'the bloke' had so many screws loose it would have been futile to ask the mobile mechanic for a 'once more unto the breach dear friends...'
He was calmer later.
I had the dubious pleasure of crossing paths with him earlier that morning whilst he (amongst other things - which it's probably for the best that I do not share with you) brushed his teeth in the municipal lavvy a stonesthrow from the Madeira Cafe, whilst I attended to other matters in there.
As the morning's events unfolded, I confided with McWobble (who was snoozing at the time of the event) that I had witnessed Our Friend (For indeed, I think he genuinely was that) cross the road with a key, open one of the large skip / bins / palladins and get inside.
I thought 'Is he going home?'
'Is he Brighton's Gollum?'
After trampling (compacting - technical term) some trash he emerged, crossed back over the road and continued to serve food to waiting customers.
I was relieved to have 'eaten earlier'.
A brief discussion ensued between McWobble and myself as to what table-and-chairs man may've been like, had he been party to a line or two of Bolivian attitude adjuster. At which point I think we were both way too tired to try to make any kind of sense of the performance (for that is what it was) we were witnessing.