At lunchtime, I was stood by the staff entrance having a cigarette when Caroline and Michael came along looking into the sky. I asked them whether they had seen a surface-to-air missile. They pointed out a man sitting at a desk in the window of the second floor. I say sitting, but he was dancing away in his chair, big earphones, oblivious to the world. We watched for quite a few minutes and he never flagged, hand-jiving and jigging around. We wondered where he got his energy from.
An hour and a half later, I went for another cig. As I walked out the door, I saw three security guards stood outside. They seemed quite relaxed, smiling. They pointed up to the second floor. Dancing man was still dancing. Two more guards and three staff were outside the North Entrance, looking up. Two members of the public walked past and giggled. Another staff joined me, and nearly wet himself laughing. A van from the Building Management Company drew up and two chaps got out. One looked amused, the other followed the collective gaze and his jaw visibly dropped. He stood there shaking in his head in disbelief. One of the guards told me that the room in question was a shop where the public can go and buy sweets, crisps and drinks. They had been going in and helping themselves, with Dancing Chap oblivious! Sadly, I don't think we'll see him again.
