Here is a list of things that worry me:
Large crowds of old people: their slow-moving, mumbling hordes remind me of zombies but, whereas I would happily plough through a horde of zombies, old people are far more fragile and it is not yet socially acceptable to send them spinning to the ground like so many toffee-sucking bowling pins.
Street vendors: they all remind me of that big guy from Oliver Twist, and, whilst he turned out to be at least a bit of a nice guy, I can't help but feel that anyone with a voice that bellowing is mere seconds away from growing to 10 feet tall, looking down in disgust and shouting "MORE?!" at me.
Fruit: nothing with that many colours can be good for you. There's a reason why all the deadliest snakes are also the prettiest.
Which makes it a huge surprise that I actually like this fruit stall. It stands out as something which almost doesn't belong there; Queen Street is one of the more spruced up shopping areas of Cardiff and to see a fruit stall sat there seems delightfully anarchic.
On the odd days that a healthy mood has struck me and I've ambled through town looking for a tasty treat, this stall has always provided. It has a great selection of fruit and veg, with all the old standards as well as seasonal specialties if the weather allows it, all for an incredibly affordable price. And he hardly ever shouts "MORE?!" at me. read more