Don't start me off, Jay. Regularly have arguments with 'em on Market Street on a Saturday afternoon. A few months ago, one of 'em tried to thrust a Support Cuba leaflet into my hand. Pointed out (in fairly strong terms
) that I don't support communist dictatorships and was accused of being a "racist"! This led to a fairly heated discussion until Mrs H, who'd been indulging in a spot of retail therapy, arrived on the scene. Put my arm around her and said: "Meet the wife - now call me a racist." He didn't have much to say after that.
