I have to say that ever since I signed up to the 'In search of Adam' campaign my flatmate has been taking it very seriously.
She spent the whole of this morning scrutinising every individual the length and breadth of Western Road. The fact that is was a beautiful sunny morning was obviously just a coincidence, for when I accused her of using the unfortunate Adam as an excuse for starting her tan, she was most indignant claiming that she was a Goth and sunlight was a complete anathema to her - pale skin being de rigeur among her kind. After which she flounced out of the flat and spent the rest of the afternoon down at the local police control room studying the input from the 3.9 million CCTVs that spy on this little city of ours.
Don't ask me how she managed to blag her way in but she spent a fruitless afternoon and came away suitably pale and wan.