I’m now fully experiencing the “Kentish Town crane”, a stiffness and soreness in the neck that comes from tilting your head back at an impossible angle while attempting to yell in a friendly manner to someone at least two floors up to convince them to vote for the Green Party.
“Kentish Town”, because that piece of the London Borough of Camden contains lots of Victorian terraced houses now split into flats, but with upper-floor flats that often don’t have intercoms. And inhabitants are understandably disinclined to run down two flights of stairs for some unknown stranger on their doorstep.
Hence the bellowing, and the stiff neck…