I was down the high street today. The Yessers had a table in the town square. Most people were passing them quickly with their heads down. They tried to buttonhole a couple of old ladies who were walking by and got *very* short shrift. It was delightful to see.
I walked past then, and hoped they might try to leaflet me, but they seemed to want to ignore me. I guess I must just have "unionist and argumentative" written all over me ...