The Slip
It's Panic on the sidewalk.
Epic.
300 people all going in every direction all the time on 1023-year-old footpaths, and everyone is always in a rush to get, to eh Lunch! Or the Bus! Or eh the Pub!
It's a trick to navigate your way through the hoards of natives. I call this 'the slip' where the body is briefly transformed into a perceived two-dimensional Renaissance painting flat on the front and wafer thin on the profile. Its achieved with Catholic guilt and guillotine precision and if done correctly the executor can deftly slip past oncoming traffic without turfing the pensioner into the path of a fast-moving bus going the wrong way up a one-way street.
The Slip
It's Panic on the sidewalk.
Epic.
300 people all going in every direction all the time on 1023-year-old footpaths, and everyone is always in a rush to get, to eh Lunch! Or the Bus! Or eh the Pub!
It's a trick to navigate your way through the hoards of natives. I call this 'the slip' where the body is briefly transformed into a perceived two-dimensional Renaissance painting flat on the front and wafer thin on the profile. Its achieved with Catholic guilt and guillotine precision and if done correctly the executor can deftly slip past oncoming traffic without turfing the pensioner into the path of a fast-moving bus going the wrong way up a one-way street.