Funny thing happened on the way to the rave

Last night I was subject to one of the most peculiar forms of aggressive marketing I’ve ever known. Coming up to the Elevens Club, a young man approached me, demanded I read his book, then thrust a fistful of torn out pages into my hand and left.

A bit of research once I got home indicated that the young man was not the author, since the text proved to be from Merde Actually written by Stephen Clarke who is well into his fifties, I believe. I guess ‘my book’ in this case just meant ‘book I possess’.

I have no idea what the motive behind the act was but it got my attention.