The other day, whilst voyaging down the goliath hill into the fine city of Winchester, my fellow roommates and I were approached by a rather eager man in a hat.
"Have you three gentlemen got thirty seconds to spare?" He enquired.
A brief mumbling of "Oh god, shall we just walk on?" "Quick, leg it!" and "Umm, maybe...?" and we had been successfully apprehended and roped into whatever bullshit scam this mid-town encounter would turn out to be. After asking each of us if we had ever experienced "being stressed" he popped the killer question.
"Have any of you ever met a monk"
Another mumbling of "no, not really" and "ummmmms" later, and he was pulling off his hat, brandishing his shining, short-shaved head. Arhhh of course. The monk card, he's playing the monk card.
And that was it. Two minutes later and we were all proudly parading our VEDA: Secrets of the East hardbacks like lemon-Colas in a dessert. We had found enlightenment. Inner harmony. Self-determination. At least, I think that's he he had described it...
NOTE: I've nothing against Buddhism; I find it a highly palatable religion, my only gripe is with religion being sold to me for £2 (in fairness it was "for charity") when I only have £4.20 in my pocket and a diminishing level of rations in my kitchen cupboard.