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Yeah, and how about air-kissing? People always do this to me, and then their make-up and perfume gets involved (a guy's never tried to air kiss me, that would be a little worrying) and highly perfumed things make me sneeze, and generally I've got a thick coat on and a heavy bag with me, and then everything just falls apart.
(I tried venturing out into the world today - I had to go and buy food for Christmas Day, two chickens because me and my mum are fussy bitches and won't eat certain parts of it - and I forgot how FUCKING INSANE London is at any given moment. People just mill around in packed crowds like they have nothing better to do than have me ram into them. They don't seem to realise that shopping in London is serious fucking business.)