Fear and loathing in Brunswick Square

Walking home from work, crossing the square, a guy starts shouting aggressively:

“Oi…. Oi You…. Oi you…”

I carry on walking, thinking he’s high or pissed and could be shouting at anyone or no one.

“Oi YOU… You with the white stick”

I turned round for a moment, not stopping, couldn’t see him. He shouts something slurred:

“Rhrrrhrrrh fuckin rhhrrrhhhh”

I took a different and more public route to Broadmead. Just crossing James Barton Roundabout, I heard:

“Oi YOU”.

I picked up my pace and didn’t hear him again.