I had a strange, (let me say it — frightening) and close to surreal experience last Sunday. And it sure got me thinking. There is this organisation called “Moving On”, you see. And the way it works, rather ingeniously, is to set up a website and send out e-mails advertising various addresses of people who are, for one reason or another, moving on. But as some of us huddled under umbrellas (well, as two others, a young couple, huddled under my umbrella actually), we got to chat about the whole phenomenon. This huddling pair had been to a few other sales and they told me that someone called “Richard” would arrive an hour before and give out numbers to the first 20 people who would get first rights to entry and then the hordes would be allowed to follow.