So after a night at the Golden Anchor, or as some like to call it Yardi Pub, Mollie, Eloise, Robyn and I were walking home through Telegraph Hill when we came across a rather unusual sight. A man was jogging along Musgrove road in a jumper and nothing else so Eloise decided to yell 'OI NO PANTS!' which probably wasn't the most intelligent thing to do but when you're drunk these things don't occur to you. So he turned around, lifted up his jumper and spread his legs, showing us a full sighting of all his... business. Of course we ran away, scared of god knows what was going to happen next. I'm shocked that New Cross actually has a local flasher, and the funny thing was he just seemed to be casually jogging.
Then the next day, whilst telling some friends about our new story they didn't seem too suprised, or as you would have liked with a story like this, because apparently he's refered to as 'naked jerningham road man'. I actually have a flasher on my street, and by the sounds of it I'll probably be seeing him again.
