We went past Fulham football ground, where a man was fighting repeatedly with security guards who were trying to throw him out. He would shout “Hey!” in a surprised voice, as if they had attacked him without warning; then, when they left him in the street & went back into the ground, follow them in & jump at them. They would throw him out again. “Hey!” As if their response was the last thing he had expected. The cycle had repeated itself more than once before we arrived. He seemed happy. His needs were being filled by a behaviour that seemed intelligent & motiveless at the same time.