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In contrast to his construction-brethren at the top of Middle Meadow Walk who were bellowing uncouthly at the top of their lungs at each other (then at me after one of them stopped fucking shouting fucking long enough to spot me snapping them) this bloke was just getting on quietly welding a convoluted pipe in the building-compound just outside the front of the uni library. I saw the flickering through the trees and crept up in case he wanted to shout at me too but after a brief pause to inspect his pipe (raising his visor and revealing a very sensible moustache) he resumed for long enough to be blipped through a gap in the fence.