This afternoon I had the same problem I noted last Saturday, I just got in from a nice long stroll to Woolwich and back. It’s Saturday, so once again I’m wearing my Charlton football shirt. The problem is, as I’m rolling along in my powerchair, people I pass – strangers, usually men – suddenly shout things like “Come on addicts!” at me, completely out of the blue. The first time it happened, roughly here, it scared the living shit out of me. It took me a couple of seconds to realise what he was talking about and remember that The Addicts or Addics is the nickname for Charlton Athletic FC. I was a little more prepared the second time it happened and didn’t jump quite so high, but I must remember what happens the next time I put this shirt on. I mean, what am I supposed to be addicted to anyway?