Every lunchtime and evening I leave work and then enter in the world of stealth operations in order to avoid the 4 or 5 bastards with clipboards who want to stop you and talk about their latest cause.
To invite you closer to the clipboard they compliment you, joke with you, obstruct you, entice you. I have just been out to buy a sandwich and had to endure this game of dodge and weave with some muppet walking alongside me and calling me Princess. He nearly had his clipboard inserted where the sun don't shine

take your brightly coloured T shirt and you're matching pens and feck right off.
Annoying twats

If I wanted to support some cause or the other I would contact them
