‘How many times have you been shat on by a bird?’ My friend M is gingerly swiping the top of his head with his hand. Its only water dripping from the overhead pub awning but still he looks across at me, his eyes darkening. ‘Well, how many?’ He is insistent and I note his fist is clenched. Startled I shake my head. ‘Errr …nefariously onceI think. Splashed in passing. ‘ ‘Yes yes,’ M leans forward. ‘That’s the usual response.’ His […]