I was driving home late last night.
Well, it was the early hours of this morning.
And a fox ran across the road in front of me.
Nothing surprising in that.
London seems to have as many foxes at night as performers have neuroses.
I had to slow down approaching a wide road junction in Highgate village to let the fox cross the road ahead of me. It came out of a road to my left.
Then, out of the same road to my left, came a man on a motorcycle with sidecar attached. The sidecar was attached to the motorcycle, not to the man. The man appeared to be wearing a World War II German Army uniform. He was wearing a German WWII helmet. The sidecar had a cage sitting on it, which contained what appeared to be a hen.
At a mini-roundabout ahead, the man and his motorcycle and his sidecar and the cage containing what appeared to be a hen turned left.
I carried on.
It was Remembrance Sunday yesterday.
I do not drink.
I do not take drugs.
I have no explanation.