Witnessed last night: bloke, in his late twenties, sitting in a car in North Street. Silver car pulls up behind it, and a tall woman in her early thirties wearing a very revealing top and short skirt gets out and walks over to the man’s car and gets in. No prizes for guessing what was going on there.
Two points: firstly, that sort of thing doesn’t often happen in Chichester (the wife-swapping, as in all conservative towns and cities, usually takes place behind the net curtains, out of the public gaze). Secondly, if you were conducting a secret liaison, would you do it in North Street, right outside the Old Cross pub? I don’t think so.
separating the wanted from the unwanted