Something so amazing that I now find myself standing on a tube train bound for Charing Cross composing an impromptu post for my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge blog.
This event has been something I've looked forward to since my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge began and tonight - this run of the mill Friday night out - has finally delivered that moment.
A while ago I checked the time and surprised by the late hour, I decided to part with my friends at the bar we were supping lager at and made my way to the station to catch my train home.
As I walked along the highstreet, I passed a group of people who appeared to be packing foldable garden furniture into the back of a car. I didn't pay them much mind until one of them - a man wearing a red polo shirt and shorts - decided to yell at me.
"You've worn it!" he cried, "you've already worn that one".
My face instantly exploded into a huge grin. My mind was racing with excitement.
Normally when a man bellows at me in the street, it's to subject me to some profanity as he drunkenly believes I've caused him some grievance, or because I've shown no remorse in deliberately ignoring his invitation to buy scores of drugs. But not this man. This man - a complete and utter stranger - wanted nothing more than to heckle me about my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge.
I was experiencing a heckler! An actual, real life heckler!
More importantly than that, I was experiencing a heckler who I'd never met before. This magnificent Joe Bloggs of a man had recognised me, remembered my challenge and had chosen to openly taunt me on my travels.
What an honour!
What an absolute joy it is to learn that word of my challenge has grown to the extent that random furniture handling gents of London's evening roadways will publicly call me out when they see me and my T-shirt of the day saunter by.
This must be what it feels like to be a minor celebrity popping out in their onesie to buy crumpets from the Sainsbury's Local.
Keep up the good work, London.
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