Unfortunately, as this was more of an access road rather than a street it was not really possible to cross over to the other side to avoid getting too close to him – plus it didn’t help matters much since he was staggering down the middle of the road.

Being the only ‘”female” at that time of night he wasn’t shy in blatantly eyeing me up.

I didn’t know what to do, it was too late – and probably asking for trouble – if I turned and retreated so I had to bite the bullet and carry on walking towards him.

I didn’t rush myself and all the while I tried to avoid looking nervous, instead, I found myself mimicking his drunken stagger by also appearing uneasy on my feet and not walking in a straight line so he might have thought I too was returning from a night out.