Pesterer (whispering into my ear on the street): Mademoiselle, you are charming, I just want to discuss something with you...
Me: I don't think so (walks on)
Another pesterer: Mademoiselle! Do you by any chance have a cigarette for me?
Me: No! Go away!(walks on)
Yet another pesterer: approaches, muttering something I can't quite make out
Me: Oh, for God's sake! Just bugger off, will you? I have had enough now!
A few metres further on, I see a whole group of them together. That's when I realise I have just said bugger to a chugger.
Liberate The Minx
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