I am looking forward to an enjoyable lunch at the Almeida Restaurant in Islington (see below) today and afterwards, I'll head into central London to do some window-shopping and a bit of street photography. However, if there's one thing that spoils my forays into the city, it's chuggers - or 'charity muggers', if you're not familiar with the term.
I can't stand them. They seem endlessly upbeat (and is it me or are most of them from Australia...?) and they may be wonderful people with supportive partners and families, but I resent being accosted by them in the street, not least, because they have such a good way of making you feel guilty if you give them brush-off. "Do you have two minutes for disabled children?" Oh, thats's good.
Mind you, when I've been asked if I've got a minute for cancer research, I'm always tempted to reply that it's not long enough to make any headway into such a serious illness.
And if there's one thing worse than being stopped in the street, it's when chuggers come to your home. At the end of a long day, I don't want to be dragged away from the dinner table or out of my study to be lectured about this or that charity. If I want to donate to a good cause (and I have done, as well as worked in the voluntary sector), I will do.
And if there's one thing worse than chuggers, it's street evangelists. Don't get me started on them. No really.
http://www.timeout.com/london/restaurants/venue/2%3A14708/almeida
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