There was a little old woman, must've been 75, caucasian, bright white hair, dreadlocks. She was wearing a bikini top, as ya do, and was pushing a trolly. In the trolly, as in the main part of it, at the back, not the seat you sometimes get near the front, was a baby in just a nappy, eating cereal from the box. When i walked past, the woman grabbed my arm and said "Ere", like Albert Steptoe, "where's the triangle cheese?".